The life of a Chubbster: Bethany Jacobson
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,563
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
It is called a shopping plaza
Flashback
I sat waiting as the interviewer went to go get us refreshments. Meanwhile I took in the plain white walls splashed with an undertone of blue. Unlike a regular interview with the long table and bright fluorescent lighting killing your eyes and making you see imaginary objects in the shadows, this one was more welcoming. For one the lighting was natural, streams of light coming through the window, and instead of the long foreboding table, it was a small round table. Also, the person doing the interview looked Italian and could have been my dad; if he were Italian... Never mind.
“Now, Miss Jacobson tell me of your most recent employment and why you left, or were fired.” The interviewer asked her in a rich warm accented voice.
“Well, my last job was as a secretary in a travel agency and I was with that agency since it started five years ago, and then they told me they were 'cutting down' on employees. So, they didn't need me anymore.”
“Hmm, and what do you think makes you suitable for the job?”
“I need it...” 'Oh my gosh I can't believe I said that. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!'
“...”
“Kidding. Um, for one I have experience in the secretarial field, I am very diligent about having things done on time, am very loyal, have a great memory, and would strive to make this company proud.”
'Okay that was better. Nice, calm, a little teacher's pet, but at least I didn't crack a joke...again'
“Okay, bella, I have a couple of slightly personal questions for you, would you mind answering them?
I brushed off the 'bella' comment and nodded my acquiesce.
“Do you have a family?”
“No.” 'Nothing weird so far...'
“What I mean to say is are you willing to give up most of your time to us? Because being a personal assistant will mean having to be ready whenever they need you. It could be for the simplest things but accepting the job means that. Of course it-a will have a good salary, medical will be covered, and you would be ranked high having the title of Personal Assistant. That is why I ask because usually those who are involved or have a famiglia cannot choose and we wouldn't want to force them to either.”
“No, I would be fine in being bothered, I mean needed whenever. I knew that when I applied. I have one problem though, will I have to go to business functions being your son's personal assistant?”
“Wow how did you know it was me?”
“ You have been in almost every business magazine I know of, Mr. Greco... Though I am curious why you did this interview personally.”
“Well it seems you're perfect for the job in more ways than one. About your query although you are obligated to go, you will most definitely not be going as his, what do you call it, ah date, yes date. My sons taste in women is very shallow so he would probably not give you the slightest mind. Not that I mean to insult you, bella, but how do I say this...Ah! You have seen tabloids, hmm? About my son philandering about with a different donna every week? Well, I want to change that. I need to retire soon, and he will not be heir the way he's going. My son needs to settle down and I want you to help.”
“ How do you want me to help?” 'Didn't he just say that his son wouldn't find me attractive? Okay this is by far the oddest interview I have had.'
“Try looking around for eligible women in this area, watch him, and the rest leave up to me, eh? I am very sorry bella I wouldn't ask this of you if you didn't seem so trustworthy. Would you still be willing to take the job?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I'll take the job, Mr. Greco.” I rose to start bowing my thanks or something along that line when I tripped. In front of my now bosses father.
“Let me help you up, Miss Jacobson.” 'Great, I just had to do that. Smooooth Beth, very smooth.'
“Thank you, Mr. Greco. Thank you very much.” I started shaking his hand furiously while he had a small smile on his face.
“No, thank you bella. Remember though, this will not be easy.” He hugged me and led me out.
“Ciao! Miss Jacobson.”
As I faced the world anew with a sense of accomplishment I wondered if he meant my job, or my attempt to matchmake his son?
Flashback
“Wow, congrats Beth I can't believe it.” Michelle said while sipping her mocha-la something and chewing a low-fat muffin.
“I know neither can I, it seems so surreal. Well, at least I won't be using up your space downtown. I know it sucked when you brought dates over and you couldn't enjoy yourselves. I promise though that as soon as I get money I'll pay you the rent I owe for staying there.” I said sincerely while I ate a fruit bowl from the store right next to this cafe.
“Look, don't worry about that right now, okay? Oh, about the whole not being able to enjoy myself with my dates, forget them. Do you know they actually wanted to make-out in front of you. So look at it this way, you saved me from wasting my life on those weirdos. Besides they should respect my friends if they expect to be with me.” Michelle trilled happily. “Hey why don't we go on a shopping spree?”
“Sure.” I rose and smiled ruefully when Michelle gave the waiter her number. Soon after we went in my car and drove to the nearest shopping plaza. 'Same thing as calling it a mall but I feel like I drop IQ points when I say that.' I parked in front and Michelle walked as if possessed holding onto my arm to make sure I won't try to make a run for it. Let me explain: I am incredibly shy most of the time, and some would say I have ochlophobia but I just don't like people, I'm fine with crowds. I have always feared rejection, and people staring at me. I don't think I have grown out of it.
“Ooooh Beth, look how beautiful that dress is.” Michelle squealed point to a very short, very small dress.
“Mickey, P.A.'s don't wear dresses, or at least this one isn't going to. Why don't you show me that store that I liked.” I said dryly, hoping this won't take longer than two hours.
“Fine, old lady.” Michelle said childishly, ignoring the fact that she was the same age I was. When we arrived to 'Conservative Chic' , Michelle pushed me into the dressing room and gave me at least half of the store to try. Which is more than I would have done. Michelle seemed exasperated that I didn't know my size, but scanned my body and declared me a size 16. She threw me bright, cherry colors that would have complemented her, instead of getting neutral colors. I told her the colors I would accept: black, brown, white, dark blue, and that would be it.
After four hours and three different stores I was able to get a new business wardrobe, including shoes and stockings. Michelle was satisfied with me getting a few of her choices so we were even. I was just happy they fit me. Tomorrow would begin my new job...
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This is just basically a fill in chapter to show a bit more of the way she acts. Tell me what you think, as this is my first story. Be honest.
I sat waiting as the interviewer went to go get us refreshments. Meanwhile I took in the plain white walls splashed with an undertone of blue. Unlike a regular interview with the long table and bright fluorescent lighting killing your eyes and making you see imaginary objects in the shadows, this one was more welcoming. For one the lighting was natural, streams of light coming through the window, and instead of the long foreboding table, it was a small round table. Also, the person doing the interview looked Italian and could have been my dad; if he were Italian... Never mind.
“Now, Miss Jacobson tell me of your most recent employment and why you left, or were fired.” The interviewer asked her in a rich warm accented voice.
“Well, my last job was as a secretary in a travel agency and I was with that agency since it started five years ago, and then they told me they were 'cutting down' on employees. So, they didn't need me anymore.”
“Hmm, and what do you think makes you suitable for the job?”
“I need it...” 'Oh my gosh I can't believe I said that. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!'
“...”
“Kidding. Um, for one I have experience in the secretarial field, I am very diligent about having things done on time, am very loyal, have a great memory, and would strive to make this company proud.”
'Okay that was better. Nice, calm, a little teacher's pet, but at least I didn't crack a joke...again'
“Okay, bella, I have a couple of slightly personal questions for you, would you mind answering them?
I brushed off the 'bella' comment and nodded my acquiesce.
“Do you have a family?”
“No.” 'Nothing weird so far...'
“What I mean to say is are you willing to give up most of your time to us? Because being a personal assistant will mean having to be ready whenever they need you. It could be for the simplest things but accepting the job means that. Of course it-a will have a good salary, medical will be covered, and you would be ranked high having the title of Personal Assistant. That is why I ask because usually those who are involved or have a famiglia cannot choose and we wouldn't want to force them to either.”
“No, I would be fine in being bothered, I mean needed whenever. I knew that when I applied. I have one problem though, will I have to go to business functions being your son's personal assistant?”
“Wow how did you know it was me?”
“ You have been in almost every business magazine I know of, Mr. Greco... Though I am curious why you did this interview personally.”
“Well it seems you're perfect for the job in more ways than one. About your query although you are obligated to go, you will most definitely not be going as his, what do you call it, ah date, yes date. My sons taste in women is very shallow so he would probably not give you the slightest mind. Not that I mean to insult you, bella, but how do I say this...Ah! You have seen tabloids, hmm? About my son philandering about with a different donna every week? Well, I want to change that. I need to retire soon, and he will not be heir the way he's going. My son needs to settle down and I want you to help.”
“ How do you want me to help?” 'Didn't he just say that his son wouldn't find me attractive? Okay this is by far the oddest interview I have had.'
“Try looking around for eligible women in this area, watch him, and the rest leave up to me, eh? I am very sorry bella I wouldn't ask this of you if you didn't seem so trustworthy. Would you still be willing to take the job?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I'll take the job, Mr. Greco.” I rose to start bowing my thanks or something along that line when I tripped. In front of my now bosses father.
“Let me help you up, Miss Jacobson.” 'Great, I just had to do that. Smooooth Beth, very smooth.'
“Thank you, Mr. Greco. Thank you very much.” I started shaking his hand furiously while he had a small smile on his face.
“No, thank you bella. Remember though, this will not be easy.” He hugged me and led me out.
“Ciao! Miss Jacobson.”
As I faced the world anew with a sense of accomplishment I wondered if he meant my job, or my attempt to matchmake his son?
Flashback
“Wow, congrats Beth I can't believe it.” Michelle said while sipping her mocha-la something and chewing a low-fat muffin.
“I know neither can I, it seems so surreal. Well, at least I won't be using up your space downtown. I know it sucked when you brought dates over and you couldn't enjoy yourselves. I promise though that as soon as I get money I'll pay you the rent I owe for staying there.” I said sincerely while I ate a fruit bowl from the store right next to this cafe.
“Look, don't worry about that right now, okay? Oh, about the whole not being able to enjoy myself with my dates, forget them. Do you know they actually wanted to make-out in front of you. So look at it this way, you saved me from wasting my life on those weirdos. Besides they should respect my friends if they expect to be with me.” Michelle trilled happily. “Hey why don't we go on a shopping spree?”
“Sure.” I rose and smiled ruefully when Michelle gave the waiter her number. Soon after we went in my car and drove to the nearest shopping plaza. 'Same thing as calling it a mall but I feel like I drop IQ points when I say that.' I parked in front and Michelle walked as if possessed holding onto my arm to make sure I won't try to make a run for it. Let me explain: I am incredibly shy most of the time, and some would say I have ochlophobia but I just don't like people, I'm fine with crowds. I have always feared rejection, and people staring at me. I don't think I have grown out of it.
“Ooooh Beth, look how beautiful that dress is.” Michelle squealed point to a very short, very small dress.
“Mickey, P.A.'s don't wear dresses, or at least this one isn't going to. Why don't you show me that store that I liked.” I said dryly, hoping this won't take longer than two hours.
“Fine, old lady.” Michelle said childishly, ignoring the fact that she was the same age I was. When we arrived to 'Conservative Chic' , Michelle pushed me into the dressing room and gave me at least half of the store to try. Which is more than I would have done. Michelle seemed exasperated that I didn't know my size, but scanned my body and declared me a size 16. She threw me bright, cherry colors that would have complemented her, instead of getting neutral colors. I told her the colors I would accept: black, brown, white, dark blue, and that would be it.
After four hours and three different stores I was able to get a new business wardrobe, including shoes and stockings. Michelle was satisfied with me getting a few of her choices so we were even. I was just happy they fit me. Tomorrow would begin my new job...
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This is just basically a fill in chapter to show a bit more of the way she acts. Tell me what you think, as this is my first story. Be honest.