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noticed me looking at them. Perfect timing, as
always.
“You the new girl?” she asked with
attitude and a thick accent.
“Yes. I’m Jessica. I just finished
setting up--”
“You don’t gotta bother explaining
what it is you ain’t doin’.” she interrupted. “Like workin’. Who is supposed to
be showin’ you what’s what?”
“Um, Jenny? I’m not sure. I was
just told this was my cube.”
“Well, if I wauz you, I would find
myself someone to show me my job, and stop gawkin’ like you wauz as nervous as
a ling tailed cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs!”
She turned around in a huff,
slammed the drawer that was opened, got into her suddenly burdened chair, and
turned toward her computer. She was now mostly out of sight behind the fake,
leafy plant.
Je-sus!
Sorry to take your name in vein,
Lord, because I am sure you hear me louder here than in L.A. ,
but seriously! What. A. Bitch!
I was still staring in shocked
silence when a head popped into view. It was a girl about my age, maybe a
little younger, with long, straight brown hair, freckles, and large, almond
shaped eyes. Her prettiness was diminished slightly by too much foundation
make-up.
“Hi!” she said in a high, almost
child-like voice. It wasn’t unpleasant, and I could think of a handful of girls
in L.A. that would love that voice
attached to their “dumb-blond” image. This girl wasn’t going for that look,
thank God, and it made her cuter.
“Hello,” I replied, careful not to
say too much in case she turned into a clone of my cube neighbor.
Speaking of my delightful cube
neighbor, her face peeped at us through the plant. I quickly focused more
intently on this new girl so as not to get a repeat of the tongue lashing.
“I am going to train you. Not
fully, of course, ‘cause you are slightly senior in your duties to mine—because
you are a college grad. Yay! Congrats!”
“Oh. Thanks. This is my first adult
job.” My face got hot.
“Yeah, it’s my first job, too. Real
job I mean, like you. I did some Dairy Queen cashier stuff, and was a bank
teller before this, which got me this job. But overall this is my first
well-paying job. I haven’t gone to college, though. I don’t really want to,
either. I’m not that good at school, so I figure I’ll just work my way up in
the work world. It takes longer that way ‘cause you have to start lower, but it
sure beats school! Well, you probably don’t agree because you went to school
and made it through, but that is my outlook anyway.” She had a big smile and
giggled a little.
So, a talker then. That was as well
because generally I made a better listener. She was a bit ditzy, too, but not
in a bad way. Overall, I liked her. I hoped we got along so I had a friend.
Something occurred to me. “You
don’t have an accent.”
“Oh well, no. I was city born in Houston .
Lived in the city all my life, and there are lots of people without accents
there. Grow up with Hollywood movies and TV and all
that, it’s easy to escape the southern drawl! I slip into it sometimes. Mostly
when I drink.” She lowered her voice at the last sentence and winked at me.
Mental note: Drinking might not be
as accepted here as in L.A. Must be
careful not to make an ass of myself right off.
Easier said than done.
“Anyway,” she went on, “I am
Candace.”
Apparently Mr. Nash wasn’t great
with names…
“Jessica. Or Jess if you want.”
“Oh! I thought you were Jenny. Mr.
Nash must have got it wrong!” She frowned.
Or maybe he called everyone Jenny?
“My sister is named Jessica! We
call her Jess, though, so if you don’t mind I might just call you Jessica so
you are cemented as a different person in my mind.” She giggled in a good
natured way.
“Will you two girls shut up?!” my
neighbor roared.
Candace rolled her eyes and turned
toward the angry hornet. “Juniper, why can’t you just be nice for once? Or at
least quiet? I’m going to be training Jessica so I’ll be
always.
“You the new girl?” she asked with
attitude and a thick accent.
“Yes. I’m Jessica. I just finished
setting up--”
“You don’t gotta bother explaining
what it is you ain’t doin’.” she interrupted. “Like workin’. Who is supposed to
be showin’ you what’s what?”
“Um, Jenny? I’m not sure. I was
just told this was my cube.”
“Well, if I wauz you, I would find
myself someone to show me my job, and stop gawkin’ like you wauz as nervous as
a ling tailed cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs!”
She turned around in a huff,
slammed the drawer that was opened, got into her suddenly burdened chair, and
turned toward her computer. She was now mostly out of sight behind the fake,
leafy plant.
Je-sus!
Sorry to take your name in vein,
Lord, because I am sure you hear me louder here than in L.A. ,
but seriously! What. A. Bitch!
I was still staring in shocked
silence when a head popped into view. It was a girl about my age, maybe a
little younger, with long, straight brown hair, freckles, and large, almond
shaped eyes. Her prettiness was diminished slightly by too much foundation
make-up.
“Hi!” she said in a high, almost
child-like voice. It wasn’t unpleasant, and I could think of a handful of girls
in L.A. that would love that voice
attached to their “dumb-blond” image. This girl wasn’t going for that look,
thank God, and it made her cuter.
“Hello,” I replied, careful not to
say too much in case she turned into a clone of my cube neighbor.
Speaking of my delightful cube
neighbor, her face peeped at us through the plant. I quickly focused more
intently on this new girl so as not to get a repeat of the tongue lashing.
“I am going to train you. Not
fully, of course, ‘cause you are slightly senior in your duties to mine—because
you are a college grad. Yay! Congrats!”
“Oh. Thanks. This is my first adult
job.” My face got hot.
“Yeah, it’s my first job, too. Real
job I mean, like you. I did some Dairy Queen cashier stuff, and was a bank
teller before this, which got me this job. But overall this is my first
well-paying job. I haven’t gone to college, though. I don’t really want to,
either. I’m not that good at school, so I figure I’ll just work my way up in
the work world. It takes longer that way ‘cause you have to start lower, but it
sure beats school! Well, you probably don’t agree because you went to school
and made it through, but that is my outlook anyway.” She had a big smile and
giggled a little.
So, a talker then. That was as well
because generally I made a better listener. She was a bit ditzy, too, but not
in a bad way. Overall, I liked her. I hoped we got along so I had a friend.
Something occurred to me. “You
don’t have an accent.”
“Oh well, no. I was city born in Houston .
Lived in the city all my life, and there are lots of people without accents
there. Grow up with Hollywood movies and TV and all
that, it’s easy to escape the southern drawl! I slip into it sometimes. Mostly
when I drink.” She lowered her voice at the last sentence and winked at me.
Mental note: Drinking might not be
as accepted here as in L.A. Must be
careful not to make an ass of myself right off.
Easier said than done.
“Anyway,” she went on, “I am
Candace.”
Apparently Mr. Nash wasn’t great
with names…
“Jessica. Or Jess if you want.”
“Oh! I thought you were Jenny. Mr.
Nash must have got it wrong!” She frowned.
Or maybe he called everyone Jenny?
“My sister is named Jessica! We
call her Jess, though, so if you don’t mind I might just call you Jessica so
you are cemented as a different person in my mind.” She giggled in a good
natured way.
“Will you two girls shut up?!” my
neighbor roared.
Candace rolled her eyes and turned
toward the angry hornet. “Juniper, why can’t you just be nice for once? Or at
least quiet? I’m going to be training Jessica so I’ll be
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