June 30
I officially declare this the worst day of my entire teenage life. I’m so upset I can hardly hold my pen straight. It’ll feel good to vent.
This morning started out great. I awoke refreshed and even had my outfit sitting there waiting for me on top of my dresser all nice and neat. I got up, took a nice long shower, making sure I was squeaky clean. I slipped on my outfit and glided into the kitchen where a bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly was sitting on the table for me. (I asked mom for something fast. Maybe I should’ve told her cereal…) Anyway, when I went to take the first bite, a huge glob of grape jelly rolled out from the back of the bagel, and plopped onto my blouse, leaving a big purple stain in the middle of my clean, blue shirt. I panicked and screamed for mom to rescue me. She zoomed in there and dunked my shirt into hot water and scrubbed the ginormous purple splotch out. Then she threw my shirt into the drier, and it was done within minutes. I thanked mom like a thousand times for saving my life and I flew out the door and left. I laughed the whole jelly thing off, and assumed my troubles were over for the day. Not even close! There was an accident on the main road I usually take to the mall, and it was closed so I had to take the long way and I ended up waiting for 30 minutes in traffic, and then spent another 15 minutes trying to find a parking spot. (Now what does that many people need at the mall at 9 a.m. I ask you?)
I managed to find a spot at the far end of the lot, and decided not to risk not finding another one, so I pulled in. I was running really late, and hustled my way inside, and power walked through the ridiculously large crowd. I glanced into Old Navy and saw Nicole talking to a customer at the register with her boss practically right on top of her. She was obviously busy, so I didn’t bother trying to get her attention and went on my way to the pet store, bumping into many people as I walked. When I got there, the manager was waiting very patiently, and I apologized over and over for being late. We went straight into the interview, and even though he only asked questions, I was still really nervous. I was shaking uncontrollably the whole time, and I could feel the sweat running down my back. After I answered the final question, I reached over the desk to grab some tissue and I accidentally knocked the manager’s cup of hot coffee into his lap. He jumped up in pain, and quickly grabbed tissue to blot his pants. That did it. I had had enough. I didn’t say a word. Just got up and left the poor guy in there with a hugely embarrassing wet spot on the front of his pants. Just like that. As soon as I got to the car, I burst into tears, and just sat there in the parking lot sobbing until I couldn’t sob anymore. I pulled myself together for the drive back home, but just fell apart again when I got inside the house. I was glad mom had to work today. I would’ve hated for her to see me shut up here in my room the whole day just feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully I’ll pull myself together before they get home.
-Cheyenne A.
(Later that same day)
Mom still isn’t home yet, but Nicole sent me an email. Just thought I should put it in here.
Cheyenne,
It’s Nicole. I tried calling earlier but no one answered, so I took it you weren’t home, and since my internet’s finally working, I decided to just email you a quick note. (Hopefully it won’t shut off on me before I send this.)
Anyway, I just got off from work. Mr. Johnson loves to keep me late everyday. He’s really been crackin’ the whip lately. Speaking of which, I saw you this morning at the mall. Mr. Johnson let me on my break, and I was going to get a pretzel when I saw you coming toward me. You were walking really fast, and looking down at your feet. I tried to say
hi, but you just walked right past me. You looked really upset. I hope everything’s ok. W/B
Nicole
So that was Nicole? I thought she was one of those people who stop you in the middle of the floor and tell you how great their shampoo is. (I usually ignore those people.) I guess I should reply back. I don’t feel like calling anyone.
Nicole,
Thanks for the concern, and yes, I’m okay. Well, sort of anyway. I went in for a job interview this morning at the pet store. I was so excited about it, ‘cause it’s my first job and all, ya know? It was even at one of my most favorite places. Well, as you can guess, everything went totally wrong. I ended up leaving after spilling the manager’s coffee all over him. There’s no way in a million years I’m getting that job. I need some consoling. You think maybe you could come over and give me some of your famous words of wisdom?
Deeply distressed,
Cheyenne
Well there you have it. I hope she comes soon. I need a shoulder to cry on, so to speak. In the mean time, I think I’ll just watch a movie or something to get my mind somewhere else.
-Cheyenne A.
I officially declare this the worst day of my entire teenage life. I’m so upset I can hardly hold my pen straight. It’ll feel good to vent.
This morning started out great. I awoke refreshed and even had my outfit sitting there waiting for me on top of my dresser all nice and neat. I got up, took a nice long shower, making sure I was squeaky clean. I slipped on my outfit and glided into the kitchen where a bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly was sitting on the table for me. (I asked mom for something fast. Maybe I should’ve told her cereal…) Anyway, when I went to take the first bite, a huge glob of grape jelly rolled out from the back of the bagel, and plopped onto my blouse, leaving a big purple stain in the middle of my clean, blue shirt. I panicked and screamed for mom to rescue me. She zoomed in there and dunked my shirt into hot water and scrubbed the ginormous purple splotch out. Then she threw my shirt into the drier, and it was done within minutes. I thanked mom like a thousand times for saving my life and I flew out the door and left. I laughed the whole jelly thing off, and assumed my troubles were over for the day. Not even close! There was an accident on the main road I usually take to the mall, and it was closed so I had to take the long way and I ended up waiting for 30 minutes in traffic, and then spent another 15 minutes trying to find a parking spot. (Now what does that many people need at the mall at 9 a.m. I ask you?)
I managed to find a spot at the far end of the lot, and decided not to risk not finding another one, so I pulled in. I was running really late, and hustled my way inside, and power walked through the ridiculously large crowd. I glanced into Old Navy and saw Nicole talking to a customer at the register with her boss practically right on top of her. She was obviously busy, so I didn’t bother trying to get her attention and went on my way to the pet store, bumping into many people as I walked. When I got there, the manager was waiting very patiently, and I apologized over and over for being late. We went straight into the interview, and even though he only asked questions, I was still really nervous. I was shaking uncontrollably the whole time, and I could feel the sweat running down my back. After I answered the final question, I reached over the desk to grab some tissue and I accidentally knocked the manager’s cup of hot coffee into his lap. He jumped up in pain, and quickly grabbed tissue to blot his pants. That did it. I had had enough. I didn’t say a word. Just got up and left the poor guy in there with a hugely embarrassing wet spot on the front of his pants. Just like that. As soon as I got to the car, I burst into tears, and just sat there in the parking lot sobbing until I couldn’t sob anymore. I pulled myself together for the drive back home, but just fell apart again when I got inside the house. I was glad mom had to work today. I would’ve hated for her to see me shut up here in my room the whole day just feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully I’ll pull myself together before they get home.
-Cheyenne A.
(Later that same day)
Mom still isn’t home yet, but Nicole sent me an email. Just thought I should put it in here.
Cheyenne,
It’s Nicole. I tried calling earlier but no one answered, so I took it you weren’t home, and since my internet’s finally working, I decided to just email you a quick note. (Hopefully it won’t shut off on me before I send this.)
Anyway, I just got off from work. Mr. Johnson loves to keep me late everyday. He’s really been crackin’ the whip lately. Speaking of which, I saw you this morning at the mall. Mr. Johnson let me on my break, and I was going to get a pretzel when I saw you coming toward me. You were walking really fast, and looking down at your feet. I tried to say
hi, but you just walked right past me. You looked really upset. I hope everything’s ok. W/B
Nicole
So that was Nicole? I thought she was one of those people who stop you in the middle of the floor and tell you how great their shampoo is. (I usually ignore those people.) I guess I should reply back. I don’t feel like calling anyone.
Nicole,
Thanks for the concern, and yes, I’m okay. Well, sort of anyway. I went in for a job interview this morning at the pet store. I was so excited about it, ‘cause it’s my first job and all, ya know? It was even at one of my most favorite places. Well, as you can guess, everything went totally wrong. I ended up leaving after spilling the manager’s coffee all over him. There’s no way in a million years I’m getting that job. I need some consoling. You think maybe you could come over and give me some of your famous words of wisdom?
Deeply distressed,
Cheyenne
Well there you have it. I hope she comes soon. I need a shoulder to cry on, so to speak. In the mean time, I think I’ll just watch a movie or something to get my mind somewhere else.
-Cheyenne A.
