Zara Ellison never planned on causing so much trouble. First, there's her tragic one-night stand living next door, who Zara loves to taunt. Then, there's his roommate, where the two catch feelings during a series of flings.
In other words: Zara was...
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THE ONE WITH ALL THE JEALOUSY. EPISODE FIFTEEN.
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Zara was on a roll with typing, finding herself falling into a routine. For once, she was actually feeling settled, happy and content. They were in the coffee house again (surprise, surprise), where Zara was busy typing away while talking to her friends.
"Hey, you guys, you guys," said Phoebe, hurrying over to them, appearing excited about something. "Chandler's coming, and he says he has like this incredible news." Zara perked up at that, forgetting about her work. "So when he gets here, let's all act like..."
However, Phoebe never got to finish as Chandler appeared, greeting them all. Zara's head turned to face him, struggling to contain her smile upon seeing him.
"Never mind," Phoebe told them. "But it was going to be really good."
"What's going on?" Chandler asked, joining them.
"What's up?"
"So, it's a typical day at work," said Chandler, smiling brightly. "I'm putting in my numbers and Big Al calls me into his office and tells me he wants to make me processing supervisor."
"That's amazing, Chandler," Zara told him with the others responding just as enthusiastically.
"So," continued Chandler. "I quit."
The smile fell from Zara's face in shock.
"Why?" Zara questioned, along with Monica and Phoebe.
"Why?" Chandler repeated. "This was supposed to be a temp job."
"Yeah, Chandler, you've been there for five years," Monica pointed out.
"But if I took this promotion it'd be like admitting that this is what I actually do."
"So was it a lot more money?" Monica asked, curiously.
"It doesn't matter," said Chandler. "I just don't want to be one of those guys that's in his office until twelve o'clock at night worrying about the weenus."
"The weenus...?"
"Weekly estimated net usage system," Chandler informed them. "It's a processing term."
"Oh..." Rachel nodded. "That weenus."
"So, what are you going to do?" Joey questioned.
"I don't know," Chandler answered, moving to perch himself on the edge of the armchair that Zara sat at. "I don't know what I want to do, I just know I won't figure it out working there."
"Oh!" Phoebe perked up. "I have something you can do! I have this new massage client — Steve. Anyway, he's opening up a restaurant and he's looking for a head chef."
