Whisked Away

Untitled Part 13

"I CAN'T BELIEVE MY DAY," Tanya stormed into her already entered apartment as she kicked her sandals away forcefully.

"Wa' 'appened?" Rose managed with strands of spaghetti and tomato sauce oozing out of her mouth. 

"This guy at the mart pissed the hell out of me, that's what." Tanya began raising her voice as she went to the kitchen to unpack. 

"Was he hot?"

"That's not the point," she muttered as she rummaged through the tsunami of contents, "I HATE THIS FUCKING BROCCOLI!!!"

Rose burst into fits of laughter, "HAHAHAHA WHA' 'DAT BRCOLLI EVER DO 'O YOU???"

Sighing, she half-gently half-angrily tossed the expensive broccoli into the pocket of her fridge, feeling annoyed at Rose for laughing at her anger. 

"Anyway," Chew. Chew. "You've got mail". 

"Mush ve junk," Tanya replied, drowning her finger into a creamy pool of Nutella and licking them off her fingers, "a little help here???"

"Wait, didn't you have work today?" Tanya mentioned as she spilled the bag of tomatoes into the base of the fridge. 

"Yeah, put some marshmallow and coke in my mouth, kinda chewed it around for a minute and spit it out of my mouth at work. Boss thought I vomited and gave me two days worth of leave. WORTH IT."

"You didn't!" Tanya threw her head back and shrieked, laughing. Both ladies held their stomachs, laughing hysterically as Rose imitated the disgusted faces of her colleagues. Their laughter faded as the phone rang. 

"Who could it be," Tanya dusted dirt off her hands when Rose interjected. 

"Maybe a stalker," Rose dramatically ooh-ed and aah-ed, "I'll get that for you. Sashaying to the phone, she picked up the receiver.

"Hello," Rose said, glancing at her neatly manicured nails. Rose was gorgeous and at that moment, she looked like she was posing for Vogue's cover page. She hardly tried, and that was probably why she got it all- guys, attention, jobs. Rose envied her best friend. And she wished she atleast had a job instead of feeling sorry for herself. 

"Tan, it's some Megan Craw Company or something like that," Rose shouted.

"What are they trying to se- WAIT, WHAT?" Tanya zoomed past the door and snatched the receiver from a startled Rose and with a deep breath, she spoke. "Hi, I am Tanya Brown."

"Hi, Miss Brown," the person from the other end of the line spoke, "I am calling from Megan McGraw Company and your friend almost got the name right."

Both ends giggled. "I am calling to inform you that you have gotten an interview with us and it's tomorrow at 8am sharp. I hope to see you there, Miss Brown!"

"Oh my god, yes!" Tanya jumped ecstatically, "I'll be there at 8! Thank you! See you tomorrow!" 

Rose was clutching on to Tanya's pajamas and waiting to ask her what the fuss was about. "Is someone gonna tell me what just went on or do I have to track down your phone call?"

"OH MY GOD, I GOT IT, ROSE, I GOT IT!!!" With a huge grin, Tanya jumped on Rose and hugged her, "I GOT THE JOB!"

"Earth to Tan, you gotta prepare for the interview before you actually get the job, hello?"

With a sudden realisation, she compiled a list of questions that would be asked at the interview the following day. But that didn't stop her from feeling excited; after such a long time, she was finally going to dress herself up and look forward to something, even if it meant that it wasn't for Pete. The night went by as Rose tailed Tanya around the house testing her on interview questions as Tanya multi-tasked, walking around the apartment and rummaging through closets and laundry baskets looking for the perfect outfit for her big day.