1. Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/5/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... long. &#034Oh!&#034 &#034I'm a really quick learner,&#034 I said. &#034I'm great with phones and computers and, ah, people.&#034 I sensed that I needed to shut up. &#034Why don't you come into the kitchen, Marcy,&#034 she said. We all sat down in the kitchen. I expected them to tell me about their business and make an appointment for me to go in and fill out an application but it appeared they were starting on an unofficial interview right here. Mostly they seemed to want to get a sense of my personality. They asked me a lot of questions about myself, and of course, when talking about myself, the conversation naturally turned to the two things I love, reading books and watching football. They were Dallas fans, so obviously they were good peeps. The only question they asked me that seemed related to work was how much experience did I have? Basically none. My Spidey sense started tingling. Was I missing something? There was some silent communication going on between them. That secret talk without words that adults do when they don't want you to know something. Like when my parents say they're bushed and they're going to hit the hay but they seem pumped but they're trying to hide it. What the hell? Maybe I'm imagining it. They asked me to come back tomorrow. Okay, whatever. I guess that went well. I went right to Bevvie's door and knocked. She was eating some Pepperidge Farm milanos right out of the bag. I snagged one as I walked in. &#034Well?&#034 &#034I don't know. They ...
    ... asked me a lot of questions about myself.&#034 &#034That's good, right? They probably want to make sure you would get along with everyone else who works there.&#034 &#034What kind of business do they have anyway?&#034 &#034I don't know. I think it's some kind of exclusive country club or something.&#034 &#034That's good, that'll probably mean I'll have time to read if I'm working the front desk.&#034 &#034I guess.&#034 &#034They want me to come back tomorrow,&#034 I said. &#034Good.&#034 &#034I really want this job,&#034 I said. &#034I mean, now I need this job. Forget paying for a new car; I need a summer job so I can pay back the money I'm going to have to borrow from my parents to fix the busted air conditioner.&#034 &#034No shit,&#034 Bevvie said. &#034Scorcher summer plus black Honda hot box equals super suck.&#034 &#034I just need to keep a positive attitude. They need a receptionist; I need a job. I'll just smile and look eager, and hopefully it will be a piece of cake.&#034 When I went back the next day I wore a fancy business suit. I hadn't really expected to have an interview yesterday, so this time I thought I'd dress more like I would if I were working in a fancy place. Mr. J. frowned when he saw my suit. &#034Come on in, Marcy.&#034 Mrs. J. also frowned slightly when she saw my suit. But she recovered quickly. We went into the kitchen. She pulled some biscuits out of the oven and offered me one. I accepted. &#034Listen,&#034 Mr. J. said. &#034I'm going to be straight ...
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