Here’s a story for you: The province of Manitoba had just decreed that people trained as dental nurses would be licensed to do check-ups, cleanings, small fillings, and extractions on children. Rod’s dental practice had expanded to include three First Nations villages, and he needed someone to offset the load. I was on my way to Winnipeg with Aaron (who had a doctor’s appointment) when an interesting application came in. Debbie had very good references and was willing to move up to Lynn Lake. Rod asked me to interview her in Winnipeg, so Debbie and I arranged to meet in the hospital cafeteria while Aaron had his appointment. I sat at a table with a coffee and waited for Debbie to arrive.
Right on time, a stunningly beautiful girl with a long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a voluptuous figure came into the room, wearing a black low-cut cocktail dress. She put out her hand and introduced herself. I got her a coffee, and the interview began. Debbie was wonderful. I immediately liked her and knew she would work well with our team. I asked her if she could move up north as soon as possible. “You mean I’ve got the job?” she asked in amazement. “Absolutely,” I said, “you are exactly the kind of person we’re looking for.” I watched Debbie as she adjusted herself in her seat. She was blushing. “There’s just one thing I want to know,” I continued, “why on earth did you wear a cocktail dress to this interview?” “Well,” she smiled, “when I told my friends I was being interviewed by the dentist’s wife, they told me I’d never be hired. So I decided to blow off the interview by dressing up!” I laughed. We both did. Debbie was not only beautiful, she had a wicked sense of humour. She worked for us for four years and was one of the best staff members we ever had.