Aw! I already wrote a long couple of paragraphs about today, but I forgot to clock in and the clocking system was giving me trouble so I had to restart the computer. Well, I saved the paragraph on another account, so goody for me it looks like I'm rewriting. Oh well, it's only five o'five so I've got to do something to keep myself busy. Another five hours to go before I'm off..

So, I'm back with my Hyundai family!

The very first thing that I'm asked when I walk in the door is, "So did your daddy kill you?"

A fair question I must say after our little incident last Friday. Well, no my dad didn't kill me, but you know that's perfectly alright. He trusts that the two of you can take care of my troubles for me. You did a good job too. Did you see me perk up when the two of you asked the questions about him? I was just happy that you guys cared enough to ask.

Sean's out getting dinner and Bernard and Sandra are having a serious chat around the other side of a car. I don't know what it's about, because I can't really hear that far, and I don't want to get involved. The whole team is tired, because it's been only A team from eight in the morning to nine at night. Apparently the dealership has been slow slow slow, so everyone's just wandering around or sitting down.

I like the way that Bernard and Sandra's sillouhettes look against the glass windows. The sunset is coming later and later now… I can't see it really from my desk, but the warm colors will shine through soon enough, I'm sure.

I have about a half of a salad left for dinner stashed in my bag under the desk. Whoo, I'm hungry, but if I eat it now then I'll get the munchies later. I have to at least wait until six or six thirty before I can eat it. Yep, that's my dinner. I'm slowly coming to terms with how unhealthy I am. I'm getting to be very overweight and I've got no muscles on me whatsoever. This coming from a girl who's always been used to a size six pant, I need to lose weight. I will. Yep so nothing for me but a poptart in the morning, half a salad for lunch and the other half for dinner. Don't worry, I'm not going to go anorexic again or anything. I don't have the patience and the discipline anymore for that. Mish said today that I need to get soul and not worry about all of that. Girls with soul don't care what they look like.

Sean just got back. He thinks that I'm odd because I've never had a Mentos. Well I sort a lied, I just wanted a Mentos. He guessed right on what color I wanted too. Pink pink pink for me!

Back he goes into the big black car that's to the left of my desk. He looks comfortable enough in there, and what do you know? He's comforatble enough to just pull out a book. Turns out that he's a regular bookie and I'm distracting him from reading Harry Potter. He's telling me his reading habits. Recliners and tea and something to munch on like the english people like to do. He apparently likes smoking pipes sometimes, to get more into things. Lord of The Rings equals old man pipes.

We just finished talking about the Newsies. You've gotta love the Newsies. About ready to break it down and start singing Sieze the Day absolutely acapella karaoke style! But alas no, it seems that we have a customer.

Hello sir, hello ma'am. How are you?

Time to move Sean, go grab a high fashion magazine. Senses. Passion. Creativity. Inspiration.

Bernard is trying to sell the model car that Sean was sitting in a little while ago. I'm trying not to laugh as he opens the hood and shows the people the engine and talks about the functions. They're craining into the trunk as if they understand perfectly what he's talking about. I've seen a billion customers do that. They don't know what's going on, but people hate to be showed up or to be caught in ignorance. Watch Bernard work his magic.

Sean is reading a fashion magazine now and tapping his feet to the music playing overhead. They must play the same cd every day. Soon I'll know all of the words by heart.

Aw, but they weren't customers at all really, they were here for service… but at least he had them interested. Now Bernard's wagging his finger at me warning me that he's going to beat up the next guy that comes in here for me, or the next lesbian that comes in here for me. Bernard is so overly protective. At least Sean is willing to back down for a day to let Tom come in. I may have a few problems getting Bernard to be nice. Emph, getting a little worried.

I suppose that I'm excited though… or as excited as I can be given the situation. I hope that he actually shows up this time… Bernard just said that he's going to kill him if he doesn't show up and kill him if he does show up. No broken hearts allowed where I work. One happy family.

Bernard went outside and now he's knocking on the window and dancing. Sean's dancing on the inside a little. He's wiggling around in his seat. Sandra's following Bernard around, and who knows where everyone else went. Jennifer is out with her friend Ivy doing who knows what… and now I'm eating my salad.

Six fifteen. I botched a call an hour ago. I sent it to the wrong person's mail box. Poo. I'm in trouble, but oh well. I'm still learning. My bad.

Mmmh this chicken is great!

Oh no!! So Sandra came in looking sad and it was just horrible. Apparently there's been a lot of trouble going on behind the scenes. People are getting in trouble, they confiscated our golf cart, and now it seems that no one's allowed to be in my area at all, because everyone talks to me too much. Its terrible! I guess that someone's been spying on the cameras and it seems that everyone's in trouble.

I'm so upset.

It's been a while. Depression is setting in. My dad just screwed everything up. He might as well have tagged a sign on my back saying stigmatta. Yep, so now everyone knows that someone came in and complained about the flirting. What a load of crap. I guess that they thought that I complained. What the heck? Like I would ever complain about something so trivial! I'm so miserable I could cry.

I just keep messing up and messing up and messing up. Tomorrow's going to be hell with the B team when I don't have Bernard and Sean to keep my spirits up. Robert and Brandon aren't allowed to talk to me and they're the only ones on that team that can make me laugh Giovanni can too of course, but he doesn't try as often. I don't understand why my dad has to get involved in everything. Now everyone thinks that it's my fault and that I'm screwing myself over. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I'm so depressed I could cry.

Okay… I'm calming down a little bit. Giovanni came in and showed me his tatoo. He's just getting it done. It's telling the story of an aztec war god. It's very well done and the guy who did it has so much skill that it won't even scab over. It looks nice. It's only half done though. I'd love to see it when it's all the way done.

I'm still depressed. Beyond depressed. Why does everything always go wrong when things are starting to get so good?

It's about seven thirty… Everyone's talking together in little groups. Bernard has an up.

-Lauren Hatch

July 19, 2007