His mother is Italian and his Father is
German and he moved here when he was young.
He was not attractive, rarely showered and his clothes were always messy
and wrinkled. If I didn’t know any
better I would say he was homeless. He
was always late making all of us crazy.
Every day he would always offer to get everyone coffee mid-day just so
he could get out of there. These trips
were always about 30 minutes long in NYC where coffee shops are on every corner.
Roberto was
full-time in The Store and his job was to handle the walk-in customers. All the pretty women were subjected to his
drooling and fawning all over them while the men were ignored. His wine knowledge was beginner. He knew what everything tasted like, but he
couldn’t tell you a damn thing about the winery.
Every day, we
opened 2 bottles for the customers to sample in the Store. Roberto usually single-handedly was
responsible for consuming more than 50% of each bottle. Every time a customer came in to sample, he
would pour one for the customer and one for him. He did this every day. One could argue that he did this so that the
customer wasn’t drinking alone, but I’m fairly certain he was just a lush.
He was always
getting in trouble with Gertrude. He
reported directly to her. Nothing he did
or said was good enough in her eyes.
Sometimes he deserved it, but most of the time he was just the whipping
boy.
He was always
asked by Boss to personally serve him lunch when he was entertaining other
Italian speaking guests. Boss never
asked the Sales People to perform this function and it’s probably a good thing
since all he wanted was a waiter anyway.
He was
finally promoted to Salesperson after over 2 years there. I heard he didn’t last long. Boss asked him to go to another country and
do some business and I heard he screwed up big time. Never send a drunkard on his own to a country
popular for tequila and expect him to be on time, dressed and on his best
behavior.
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