Karen's Job Interview

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     Chapter One

     "Mom," Karen Brewer said one Saturday morning. "Can I get a job?"

     "A job?" Mrs. Engle nearly choked on her bagel. "For you? Karen, honey, I can't imagine you doing work."

     "Mom," Karen pouted. "I need money to buy a car."

     "We just got you a glittery pink brand-new convertible for your sixteenth birthday," Mrs. Engle said. "Why would you need a new car?"

      "I found out that my car only costs eighty thousand dollars," Karen explained. "I need to have the most expensive car in the entire school. Dad's a millionaire...but he's such a cheapskate. I mean, come on, eighty thousand dollars for a car? How cheap!"

     Mrs. Engle shook her head and sighed. She knew Karen was very spoiled since her father, Watson Brewer, was quite very wealthy.

     "What job do you have in mind?" Mrs. Engle asked.

     "A waitress at McDonald's," Karen tossed back her golden hair and her blue eyes sparkled. "I can see it now: I, dressed in a baby pink uniform-consisting a matching blouse and mini-skirt-trimmed with white lace, white lacy pantyhose, and shiny black heels. On my full white apron, 'Karen' would be printed in pink laced cursive."

     Mrs. Engle chuckled to herself. Karen lived in a fantasy rather than a reality. She knew a waitress wouldn't dress like that-especially at McDonald's!

     "So, I'm going to a job interview at McDonald's, all right?" Karen said.

     "All right. Good luck, have fun, and be careful!" Mrs. Engle warned.

     Karen could hardly wait till her job interview!

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Chapter Two

Karen expertly parked her glittery pink convertible in the front of McDonald's parking lot. She entered the restaurant wearing one of her best outfits: a light pink silk satin gown reaching to her ankles with red flowers all over it, white lace pantyhose, and shiny white high heels. Her hair was tied in a ballerina bun with a gigantic purple bow and a fake bird's nest on top of her head. Karen felt very sophisticated-or better yet, a princess.

"Hello, my name is Princess Karena Brews," Karen introduced herself to McDonald's manager named Mr. Kowtow. She thought Princess Karena Brews was much more sophisticated than Karen Brewer. "How lovely to meet you. My, this is a fine restaurant. How I would love to work here as a beautiful waitress."

Mr. Kowtows gave Karen a strange Look. The way she dressed and spoke was very strange, he thought, as he smoothed his long beard with his fingers. But he pushed the thought aside and escorted the sixteen year old to his office.

"Your office is somewhat bland," Karen observed as she sat down in a chair. "The walls are bare and...plain ugly. Your furniture doesn't match one bit. Tsk, tsk. I can tell by surveying this room you are a boring person. Am I right, sir?"

"Miss Brews, I know you may have not realize this but you are being very rude," Mr. Kowtows said. "Could you please be more polite?"

"Why, I am being polite," Karen said, putting her hand on her heart. "I am just expressing my opinion, that's all."

"Whatever," Mr. Kowtows sighed. "I'm going to interview you, all right?"

"I know," Karen scoffed and rolled her eyes. "In case, you haven't noticed, I'm not dumb, okay? In fact, I skipped first grade so I'm a year younger than the everybody else in my grade. So there."

"Smart-a**," Mr. Kowtows muttered to himself. He sighed and asked gruffly,"Please fill this form out, please? It consists of your personal information-birth date and things like that."

Karen quickly filled the form. In "work experience", Karen quickly scribbled: Washing the dishes. Then she proudly handed Mr. Kowtows the form.

"Thank you," Mr. Kowtows said politely. "Now what job position are you interested in?"

"A waitress," Karen replied hastily. She described her dream uniform to the manager. Mr. Kowtows thought, D*mn, this little girl is...I don't know what.

"I'm afraid our waitresses do not dress like that," Mr. Kowtows told Karen. "We just wear red or navy blue collared T-shirts, black pants, and McDonald's aprons."

"You have no sense of fashion whatsoever!" Karen screamed. "If I am not allowed to dress what I want, then I'm not going to take the job!"

"But-" Mr. Kowtows began to speak but he got cut off.

"No buts!" Karen interrupted. She threw herself on the floor and threw the biggest temper tantrum ever. Legs kicking, tears rolling down her cheeks, hollering.

"Karena Brews, you get off that floor, young lady!" Mr. Kowtows ordered. "You are sixteen years old and you are far too old to be throwing temper tantrums."

"I'm not going to stop until I get my way," Karen said stubbornly.

"Get out of my restaurant," Mr. Kowtows demanded. "I cannot tolerate temper tantrums so get out right now."

"Fine!" Karen stood up and stomped to her car.

"Mr. Kowtows is an idiot," Karen fumed as she drove back home.

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Chapter Three:

"How did the job interview go?" Mrs. Engle asked when Karen arrived home.

"Swell," Karen replied sarcastically.

"What happened?"

"It turns out waitresses do not dress in baby pink and lace."

"Oh, Karen, grow up. That's not bad at all. Did you get the job?"

"I got kicked out by the manager."

"What the h*ll? How did that happen?"

"I got mad so I threw a tantrum."

"Karen Brewer, you are sixteen years old! You are far too old to be throwing temper tantrums."

"I know, I know, I know. Sheesh, I wish people will stop telling me that."

Karen stomped to her bedroom and slammed her door shut.

"Whoa, what's all the racket?" Andrew Brewer, Karen's thirteen year old brother asked.

"Karen didn't get her way," Mrs. Engle answered.

"Typical Karen," Andrew commented. "She's such a spoiled brat."

"I know," Mrs. Engle agreed.

Karen overheard Mrs. Engle and Andrew's conversation in her room through the air vent. Was it possible that she was a spoiled brat? Karen thought of how she acted at McDonald's. She had to admit that her behavior was immature and bratty. Karen felt extremely guilty.

Karen knew she had to apologize Mr. Kowtows about her inappropriate behavior.

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Thank you, Amalia.

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Chapter Four:

Karen went to McDonald's the next day. That time she wore a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans, and hot pink Sketchers. She walked to Mr. Kowtows' office and knocked on the door. Karen had rehearsed her apology speech earlier that morning and the night before. But she was still nervous.

"Why, hello, Miss Princess Karena Brewer," Mr. Kowtows greeted, raising his eyebrows. "Uh, what do you need?"

"My actual name is Karen Brewer," Karen said. "I invented that name because...well, I have no idea why, to be honest. Anyway, I came to apologize about my behavior yesterday. I was acting childish, rude, nothing but a spoiled brat. You see, I'm not used to not getting my own way. I was a very pampered child-and I still am. I'm sorry, Mr. Kowtows, I hope you will forgive me. Perhaps we can start over."

At first, Mr. Kowtows just stared at her. Then, he managed to speak. "I wasn't expecting that at all," He replied. "Karen, it took a lot of guts to come up here to apologize about your behavior and admit that you were acting like a spoiled brat. I forgive you."

"Really?" Karen's eyes widened.

"Of course," Mr. Kowtows nodded his head. "Now, would you still like to work here?"

"Yes," Karen answered. (She decided not to buy a new car since she already had one-besides, who cared how much it cost? It was the thought it counted, Karen had learned).

"I'm afraid the waitress jobs are out," Mr. Kowtows said apologetically. He winced, afraid that Karen would throw a fit. But she didn't.

"That's all right," Karen said calmly. "I think I would like to be a cash register. I am really good with money. Is that job free?"

"Yes, we are in desperate need of a cash register," Mr. Kowtows agreed. "Your first job will be tomorrow at nine am. Here's your work schedule."

"Thank you," Karen took the work schedule and read it. After school, she had to work from four o' clock to seven o' clock pm. On Saturdays, she had to work from eight o' clock am to two o' clock pm. That isn't so bad, Karen thought.

Karen felt gigundoly happy. She was happy because she got a new job and that she apologized to her manager. For now on, Karen would act more mature and less bratty.

THE END

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Thank you, Amalia!

[Honeybee]

Good story.

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Thanks, Buttercup!

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Your welcome, Mallory.

[mistrali]

Oh my Lord, you just about made my day with this, mallorypike!

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Lol, this is funny. so very Karen!

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Oct 25, 2015 23:42:49 GMT -5 mistrali said:

Oh my Lord, you just about made my day with this, mallorypike!

I have no memory of writing this fan fic at all.   But thanks