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(PS- sorry that nothing is really happening, but, it seems like something of this nature should take time...a lot of time…I say again, please forgive me.

January 19th

Dear Diary,

It has been 2 weeks since my supposed friendship with Mr. Wonka began. And in those two weeks, he has not once gotten my name right. So, today was payback day. Now I know you want to know everything that happened (and even if you don't, too bad! You're a book! You can't do a thing about it!). It went like this…

"Ah Hello Marissa!" He greeted me happily.

"My name is Melissa"

"Right! That's what I said!" Now you know as well as I that this is indeed not what he said, but I did not press the matter.

"Mr. Waldo,"

"It's Wonka," he stated.

"Yeah, that, Anyways, Mr. Wafa, there has been a breakdown in the everlasting gobstopper department."

"It's Wonka!" he said a bit more forcefully this time. I started to snicker, but he did not notice.

"Right. The machines are fixed, but the workers are covered in everlasting gobstoper solution that has quickly dried, and they will be encased in it forever if you don't do something to get it off, Mr. Waman."

"It's WONKA!" He cried, his voice becoming unnaturally high at this point.

I couldn't help myself, and laughed. He looked at me wide eyes and his mouth agape, as if to say 'what the bloody hell is going on here?'

Controlling my laughter, I stated simply "Now you know what its like to have someone get your name wrong all the time." He looked as if he had been beaten at his own game, which, in a way, he had. So, as all people who lose at their own game do, he gave in. Now of course, he didn't apologize. After 2 weeks of working here, I learned that Willy Wonka would never apologize. However, for the rest of the day, he did call me Melissa, seemingly having forgotten about his complaints of my name being too long. I am fairly confidant that this wrong-name business will cease now. By-the-By, the daily glove update for the past two weeks has been as follows:

1: Rainbow

2: Plum/Crème Swirl

3:Left hand Red, Right Hand Yellow (Oh my bob, I sound like a game of twister)

4: Blue tye-dye

5:Silver

6:Gold

7:Orange

8:Vanilla (oddly, though, it only smelled of vanilla, the color, was Aqua)

9: Pomegranate (I mean the color, not the scent this time)

10:Red

11:Green (dark green, not neon green)

12:Lavender

13:Left hand black, right hand blue (in commemoration of my fight)

14: Left hand Rose (Red Rose) Right Hand Raspberry (The color and scent) they went together in my mind, seeing as roses smell like raspberries, oddly enough.

Again, Dear Diary, I take my leave.

Mel (Now known again an Melissa)