A backroom Spanish meeting

Today, I booked a flight to Italy for spring break. This is turning out to be way more expensive than I thought. I was feeling super productive today, so I skated over to an Irish pub where I always see promotors out on the streets giving away free drink tickets. I heard they get paid for everyone that people redeem, so I wanted the job. I went to the pub and the guy told me to come back with a resume at siete. He told me this in Spanish, and this is all I picked up. So I went home, got on the internet and learned how to write a resume. I listed my references as Frog and Ris…so if either of you get a call say I’m an excellent Spanish speaker. After I made my resume, I went to the local papeleria to print it out, then bought an Abono card (unlimited metro rides for 46 euro) and headed to Sol. I showed up at 6:45 and sat at the bar until the Jefe showed up. I waited for around an hour, and the manager said the boss should be getting there any minute. I was enjoying myself, watching futbol and having a corona. But when 2 hours passed and no Jefe, I started to get hungry and irritated. The manager comes up to me and says, come with me. We walk to another restaurante and he says wait at the bar, Jose Luis will be with me shortly. Out comes this huge Spanish man, who looked rich as hell. He owned almost all the establishments at Sol. There were 3 other people waiting at the bar to have a meeting with the Jefe. The first guy went in for about twenty minutes. After they were done, he shakes my hand and I attempt to speak Spanish to him and all he says is come. I follow him and his fancy suit to the backroom of the restaurant. Long story short, he doesn’t need more help. 5 hours wasted. Adios amigos.