Keeping Up With Sharon

First guy I like turns out to be a murderer. Not a good sign. I mean, it's not like I knew beforehand or anything- that would make me an idiot, right? That's the problem these days. There's no re-con. I mean, how do you check people out? You can google them, sure, but if some dude's got a regular name, a common, everyday, dime a dozen name, then you're inundated with thousands of hits and links and pages and pictures and...it's too much. Sharon sighs then takes a bite of her double dark chocolate cake pop smothered in strawberry icing and a long pull of her fancy coffee drink slathered in whipped cream. Jenna is convinced all that sugar is going to make Sharon crazy. Cuckoo for cocoa puffs crazy. Every day it's the same thing, some cake on a stick or elaborate french pastry and a ginormous whipped cream coffee. That's a $10 snack right there. Jenna's no idea how Shar pays for it all but who's she to judge. If it keeps her head screwed on straight for the rest of the afternoon then so be it. Jenna doesn't want to have to deal with cranky, belligerent, in your face Sharon so she keeps her mouth shut. Eight hours is a long time to sit next to someone on a headset, staring at a computer screen, scrolling through hot call lists and having hostile customers scream obscenities at you for no good reason. Sure, telemarketers can be pains in the butt, but Jenna tries her best to be pleasant and accommodating. So if Sharon misses her sugar and caffeine fix, oh boy, Jenna's in for abuse from all angles. Having to put up with twenty minutes of Shar's crazy dating adventures over coffee was actually the most relaxed part of her day. It could always be worse. They could be out of baked goods and coffee. Then, Jenna thinks, she'd call in sick. Avoid the impending meltdown and end of the world as they know it.

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