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Nov 4
Why can't I get
a break?
I set up the
VCR and was so excited I could barely breath. I thought 11:00 would never
come.
They showed the
segment at 11:32.
Man!! Is everyone
in the world out to get me?
When the guy
interviewed me I spoke for hours about the history of the Flea Market--(OK
so I made most of it up because what do I know) I spoke about Flea markets
in these changing times, about self employment and empowerment. I was really
brilliant but what do they show?
Me, wearing a
beer can hat with the two straws in my mouth going something like "ai
yi ai yi ai yi ai yi" while rocking my head back and forth --and that's
it!!
The rest of
the interview was with that subhuman, Les who sells the stupid hats.
I remember putting
on the hat for a bit of fun, a sort of in joke between me and the interviewer
but if I'd known that was all they were going to use, I probably would have
gone for the singing fish on a plaque--there is no way anyone can look stupid
next to that.
Also, would it
have killled anybody to let me know my blouse was done up wrong? Would it?
The phone went
absolutely crazy with all my friends calling after the broadcast so I turned
off the phone.
I doubt anyone
would have phoned if I had been good.
Nov 5
I have no friends
at the flea market, none. Not that I would want anyone here to be a friend
but after last nights broadcast it would have been nice to have people come
up and say something like "I can't believe they did that to you!"
or "that was mean, you should sue".
Instead they
pretend they don't see me like they always do but there is more smirking involved.
My mom came in
about noon to tear into me for not promoting our booth.
I told her that
there is no way on God's green earth that I would be seen on TV promoting
Precious Moments. She just gave me a disgusted look and asked me where my
beer can hat was.
I also made the
mistake of asking stupid Michael what he honestly thought of it and he told
me.
He is such a
jerk, he asked me why I would go over to be interviewed when I didn't know
anything about the flea market and why would I go over to promote merchandise
at Les' booth.
I can't stand
him. After he drives me home after closing tonight I'm going to tell him to
get lost.
Nov 7
Wow, you don't
know how many friends you have until you make an ass of yourself on TV. The
good news is that Jenny and Irene are talking to me again.
I can't even
remember why we stopped--it might have had something to do with me confessing
all the things I done wrong to them when I was going through that Christian
thing. Confession may be good for the soul but it sure wrecks your social
life.
We're going to
have a girls night out, that'll be a lot of fun because I really miss them.
I got a very
weird phone call. A guy just left his number and told me to call as soon as
it was convenient.
After that horrible
experience with Paul, I'm not so keen on contacting people I don't know but
I was really curious so I tried the number. It was just an answering machine
so I'll try again tomorrow.
My sink fell
off.
I was leaning
against it to look in the mirror to see if I had any crows feet and I just
heard a crrrccc sound and then boom.
It's a good thing
I forgot to tell Michael to get lost, he's really good at fixing things.
Nov 8
My sinks back
on.
Nov 9
OK, what's going
on? My father showed up at the Flea Market today.
My father.
I was pretty
sure he died five years ago and that usually isn't the kind of thing you mix
up.
I had been sitting
at my booth listening to these two women who looked like Weebles trying to
make up their mind on whether to purchase "Our love will never be endangered"
or "Mary's Moo Moo's".
They weighed
the merits of each, back and forth, back and forth back and forth.
Finally their
brains melted into puddles so they went to have some mini-donuts to think.
They came back
about ten minutes later, drunk on powdered sugar and started all over again.
A middle aged
man (well, middle aged if the average life-span is 130) sidles up to the table.
I totally gave
up on my falfafel dreams and turned my Walkman up.
The two Weebles
left without buying anything and this guy clears his throat and says. "Jenna,
I saw you on the news the other night and I just had to come see you. This
probably isn't the right time and place, but after all these years I don't
know if there is a right time and place. I'm your father.
O.k. for sure
I know this isn't the guy we buried five years ago and I am pretty positive
that I have never set eyes on him in my life.
What the hell
has my crazy mother done to screw up my life this time?
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