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December 22
Dear Diary,
I was right! Mr. Wonka did move to a factory, and did need new workers! I got a job! Unfortunately, it will still be some time before I can afford my own place, but it is a start! And Mr. Renkin (the Innkeeper) is nice enough to not make me pay for my lodging, although I believe it is because he knows it will get me out of here faster! Not that I mind at all! I am to start on the next coming Monday, which is in 3 days. Oddly enough, I have no idea what I have been hired for. Mr. Wonka gave the strangest interview! It went something like this…
"Greeting starshine, the earth says hello!" Mr. Wonka greeted us all in such a fashion. "Well then, hello Earth!" I said. This seemed to please him, because his smile turned genuine. It was almost unnoticeable, but not quite.
"Well then, lets get down to business," he started off, "I am going to ask you some questions, and you answer them! It's as simple as that! Question one, and the most Important question, Do you like chocolate?"
"Yes" I replied simply.
"Do you Wonka chocolate?" he specified, when he didn't get the answer he was looking for.
"In all honesty, I do not know. I have never had any. I cannot afford the luxury."
"Well then, we should get on with the interview so you can get hired and be able to afford Wonka chocolate!" He said with a laugh, after seeming to think about what I had said.
"Next question, and one that has been on my mind since the last interview I gave, why are dandelions called dandelions if they aren't dandy at all?" He seemed genuinely confused, and it brought out my childish nature.
"Because they want everyone to think that they are dandy,"
"But everyone knows they aren't!" he burst out.
"Shh," I held my finger to my lips, and whispered, "they don't know that we know!"
"Oh! Okay, well then, I won't tell anyone!" He motioned zipping his lips and throwing a key over his shoulder, which me giggle. The little display showed me that he was very childish by nature, as if he had yet to grow up completely.
"Alright, next question!" He yelled, in a suddenly deep voice, making me jump. Did I mention that he has a gender confusing voice? Because he does. One minute it can be strangely deep, and the next, it's higher than mine, and I'm known for my high voice! It's almost like he's switching between adult and child, although his personality doesn't change. It's really cool, but also unnerving if you aren't used to it, and right then, I wasn't. Right, anywho, back to the interview.
"What does a snozberry taste like?" He questioned. Now I have never heard of a snozberry, so I just said what seemed logical.
"Why, a snozberry tastes like a snozberry, sir." Apparently, this was the right answer, because he smiled, again. But then he frowned.
"Don't call me sir, it makes me feel old."
"Alright si- I mean Mr. Wonka." He glared at me for a second at my slip up and I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment.
"Sorry Mr. Wonka" I said.
"It's alright, just don't do it again! Now, on with the interview!"
The interview continued on in that fashion, him asking odd questions, and me giving odd answers. Finally, after about a half hour of odd questions, he pronounced me hired.
"You're hired! Report to the factory at 8am Monday morning!"
"Well, I, uh, I, Thank you Mr. Wonka! Thank you so much!" A huge grin broke out on my face. "I believe this is the most fun I have ever had, not only in an interview, but, well, ever!" I took my leave, and…well, here I am telling you everything that happened! Ow…and now my hand hurts. Someday, I'll get used to doing all this writing. But until then, I bid you goodnight!
Melissa