My Name is Jack

The interview

" Hi my name is Jack, yep dat's it."
" What's your last name? "
"I don recon I have one. Yep if I do I never knew it! Yep!"
" What do you do for a living?" This was Jack's twelfth attempt to get a job. He was at the interview center. Most everybody here knew Jack. Yet Jack was being interviewed by a man who didn't seem to know him.
" Well I sleep in ter tree. Dat tree right by them lil' berry bushes. I usually just eat em berries, sleep, and make me little pinecone forest. Yep dat's what I do!"
" Do you have any nice clothes at all?"
" ner I don reckon I do!"
" Have you applied here before?"
" Yerp!"
" And how many times have you applied?"
" lerme see... Twrelve .... Erlevern .... Wait no twrelve! Yep I don tried ter get a job twelvrey times!" Jack had grown up on the streets. He didn't really know how to count... Or do most anything in particular. He was the worst with pronouncing stuff especially numbers. Jack was never taught that much english, and well you see the results.
" How many times have you applied at all!" Jack sat there for a moment. It was one of those awkward silence moments. Jack just stared off into nothing thinking and thinking about the question. Jack really never had to think much. Jack didn't really blink  at all in this moment. He looked like a statue made of ice. About to melt yet completely still waiting for the moment for it to shrink down  into puddles of nothing. After a long minute Jack sprung up out of his chair, knocking the poor interviewer out of his chair with a tumble. He held his finger high.
" I er reckon I've tried at leas thirfty-seven times!" The poor interviewer laid on the ground, looking to surprised to do anything but lay there, his chair like a bridge built over him his glasses knocked over to the side scrunched up in zigzags. Finally he found it in him to speak. Most likely because Jack was now in a crawling position on top of the desk and was leaned over poking the interviewer in the face. All the while Jack chanted 'Hey!' The dazed interviewer jumped to his feet swiping Jack's finger away.
" Could you hand me my glasses? I really can't see without them!" Jack rolled off the desk, As he reached the edge he screamed " Tirmber! Aaagggghhh! " at this there was a cracking noise and a loud crash as the table tipped over with Jack.

     Jack sprung to his feet as quickly as a hare and dusted off the small coat he wore that had small rips in it and a big one down the back.After this he turned his head to the side to face the man. The man looked confused to what the sound was and turned wildly.
" Well er, ner min dat! Dat taber probably ain wort much aner ways!"
"That desk!" The interviewer yelled his face turning into a beet.
" Yep dat dersk! "
"That desk cost three hundred and ninety-three dollars!"
" Oh... Well it sure is a gone dersk now!"
" What?!?"
" Oh! I Serd, dat desk is firne! Just tirp it back up right and itr'll be oker!" Jack bent over in such a silly manner that he tumbled over crushing the glasses even more. He got back up and grabbed the glasses with two fingers. He walked over to the man and scrunched the glasses into his face. As he did this a high pitched scream was heard.
" What have you done to my glasses! And..... And my office! It's wrecked! That desk! That desk isn't fine! That desk is split in two! Out of my office! Out! Out shoo! Shoo you filthy human being! " At filthy Jack had rushed out of the room sniffling slightly.
" Jack what did you do this time?" Jack turned to see a lady one of his only human friends, Vennesa. He kept walking Vennesa was walking by him aiming to go to the printer room to pick up some applications she was printing. Her dirty blonde hair bobbed behind her in such a tight neat little bun.
" Wells I tried ter get er job again!"
" And how did it go?"
" It wern't well..." Jack sniffled after saying this.
" Jack, it did not! You're sniffling tell the truth! " Vennesa stopped in the middle of the hall as the printer room approached. Jack stopped as well. He was here now he might as well tell her the truth.

     Five minutes had passed and Jack was at the end of his story. Jack's stories never made anybody bored. In fact he was one of the best story tellers in town.
" And den he goes ter round and calls me a filrthy human bern." Jack sniffled loudly at 'filthy human being' he couldn't stand hearing it again.
" Well Jack... I printed some burger king applications..."
"Yer did?"
" Yes I did, and maybe you could take one?"
"I werd love ter Vennesa!"
"Well you go right into that room and take a seat! I printed so many that I can still hear that printer going!" Vennesa started off into the room and as she did Jack screamed.
" Thank Yer Vennesa! Thank Yer Very Much!"

     Jack spun around the halls happily singing all the way to the door. Of course Jack wasn't good with english and didn't know much songs. So it ended up like ' Dat's Der Highway Starting a Fire! Ter Keeps Me Tinkling!' As Jack walked down the long halls towards the door at the end he started to think about that song. He talked loudly.
" Why do dat highway start ta fires? And why dat fire keep that Adele Lady peein!"
He finally reached the door and shoved it open to reveal a waiting room. His eye twitched as he saw the people seated typing loudly on their expensive phones. There were two things that aggravated Jack more than anything in the world. The smell and sound of waiting rooms and people flashing their expensive stuff in people with not much stuff's faces. He walked over to a seat. He twitched with fear and relief as someone stopped loudly clicking on their phones to glance at the dirt covered man walking by.

     He sat down and started tapping his fingers on the wood of the chair, he also hated waiting. People stared as he tapped his fingers on the chair. He quickly stopped and started to imagine stuff to pass the time. After a few seconds it got wild. Cats were everywhere in the room. Crawling around and jumping about everywhere. Some even slightly hanging off paintings as they stood there. As Vennesa entered everyone stared wildly at Jack. Jack was laughing loudly and stroking the air.
" HerHerHeHe!!! Hey Vennesa HeHe! Do you see that cat on dat lady's head HerHerHeHe!!!!" He pointed at a lady who gasped and put her hand on her chest looking at him wide eyed with shock at the fact that he had just pointed at her.
" He's so darn funny lerkin! HeHeHeHer!" The woman gasped even louder thinking Jack was saying she was funny looking.
" Look at his funny crooked whiskers! And those funny little eyes! HerHerHer!" The woman had just decided that Jack was crazy and didn't have a clue in the world what he was saying. Vennesa finally stepped in front of Jack's view of the woman.
" Jack I'll help you fill out your's in my office." Vennesa grabbed Jack's hand pulling him up as he continued laughing wildly. She eventually sat him down in another seat in a small tidy office with slightly gray walls.

" So your name is Jack.... Last name none... " within thirty minutes Vennesa had helped Jack fill out the whole application and was preparing to ship it off.
" I knew Burger King was a good idea because it's besides the clearing you live in." Vennesa now had the application in an envelope and had stuck it into her desk.
" Come back in three days to see if you've been accepted."
" I sure will do dat Vernessa!" At 'Venessa' Jack was stalking out of the room and stood by the elevator waiting for someone to come up. The ding surprised him and he jumped a little. As people finished rushing out he rushed in with everybody else.
" Botterm plearse!" Jack said waiting for the door's to close.

This chapter is getting to long 😅😅😅 so I've decided to make it into a two part chapter. Love you guys 😘😘😘 Thanks for all the support!

                To be continued next chapter.........