Jenna's Diary

July 12

I'm not really sure how the job interview went. I was an hour late because I slept in but the interviewer didn't seem to notice.

He was a little odd. He just kept folding my resume into little squares until it was about an inch big and then he put a staple through it. He didn't ask me any questions he just kept folding, stapling and looking at the phone. I told him my qualifications and then the silence freaked me so much the next thing you know I'm bragging about para-sailing.

Just when I was warming to the subject, he suddenly got up and thanked me for coming,shook my hand and led me to the door.

I didn't even remember to ask about holidays.

July 13

My mother got the super to let her in. She's changed. Ever since she got interested in Precious Moments she's not the same. The only glimmer of her old self was when she told me that she was sure the place had been burgled. (Two baths towels in the living room and my mom thinks the place has been razed) but then she went back to that eerie nice-ness

She is absolutely giddy after finding out that "Tender Tails" has been retired or suspended or killed or whatever they do to make those things stop, and that they are going to go green at the convention because she has invested heavily in them.

The absolute worst thing is she now speaks only baby talk.

I have to sleep on the couch because my wallpaper in my living room depresses her.

July 14

I can't see her, but I can hear her clinking. I'm not sure if it's her earrings, her necklaces or even her hair (she uses a lot of hairspray) but I keep looking out the window for the ice cream truck.

July 15

I got the job!!! I am so happy. This is perfect because I didn't tell my mother that I was unemployed, so that meant every morning I would have to rush off to work and then sit at Galaxy Donuts for seven hours.

My boss, Mr. Van Heusan, was rushing out the door as soon as I came in. I wish I had asked him what it is I've actually been hired to do because that would make sitting there a lot easier.

I'm so glad the phone didn't ring because it dawned on me I don't know the name of the company. I looked on the door and it's just a number, there is no letterhead or business cards and the computer requires a password.

I didn't bring anything to read so I settled down to write some poetry. I woke up at 6:15

Wow, my first day and I've already got overtime!

July 16

I'm worried about that Precious Moments cult. My mother gave me my birthday present a (what else) Precious Moments figurine called Sherbert. It gives me the absolute creeps, and so for that matter does she.

She presented it to me and her eyes went all glassy. Then she started to chant in this weird singsong voice "There's no sense in giving If not from the heart, For that is where loving And giving both start. There's no need for sharing If it's not true That your reason for sharing Is because you want to..".

I'm thinking about getting her deprogrammed, but not just yet, because she hasn't ragged on me about my hair yet.

July 18

It was horrible at work, Mr. Van Heusan was there all day!

How am I supposed to go about my routine with him sitting there? I had my day all planned and then he blows it. No Cosmo, no nap, no poetry. I am absolutely exhausted. Worse, he doesn't do anything either!! He just sits, sighs, unbends paper clips and calls me Susan.

I can't work like this.

July19

I get home and my mom is sitting there with another freak from the cult. They seemed really pissed off but it's hard to tell when people are talking baby talk.

Apparently one woman at the convention made a disparaging comment about the Lord Keep Me On My Toes plush bear. They kept ranting on about this evil Agnes, and then by some strange signal they get this weird look, clasp hands and say "best fwiends". simultaneously.

I wish my mother was a drunk, then this wouldn't be so embarrassing.

 

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