Not A TV Life...

Chapter Eleven

I walked around our room; having no job made me over analytic, or so I told myself. I knew it was because of my pregnancy, but I liked blaming my mood swings, criticism, and annoyance on not having a job. I sat down on the couch and smiled, remembering how it happened....

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"Well be right back after a few words from our sponsors," Danny smiled as we segued into a commercial.

"And we're out!" Steve yelled. "Becky, you have a visitor. They're in your dressing room."

"Really?" I got up and walked to my dressing room. I was just gonna say 'hi',  and invite them to watch the show. I opened the door and found the last person I expected. "Jesse!" I closed the door and sat on the couch next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see my beautiful wife," he smiled and kissed me.

Subconsciously, or consciously-- I'm  not sure-- I squeezed his thigh.

"How long is that commercial break?"

"Five more minutes."

"Five more minutes, hmm...."Jesse smiled; I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted.

Back on the set, I was sure Danny was having a terrible time. He was probably improvising something like this, "Well, I'm not sure where Rebecca went, but I'm sure she'll be back in a few minutes. In the mean time, let me entertain you with a story..."

I ended up missing the rest of the show. Jesse's watch alarm went off.

"What's that for?" I asked, not really wanting to know.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to get back."

"What time is it?"

"12:05."

"12:05?!?" I jumped up and scrambled to put my clothes on. "I missed my show!" I ran out on set

"Where were you?" Danny asked. He didn't need to know. My appearance said everything; messy hair, smeared make-up, hot, sweaty, rumpled clothes.

"Danny, I am so sorry! I dint realize that much time had passed!"

"Tanner, good work today," Mr. Strowbridge, my boss, said. "Donaldson?"

I looked at him and smiled.

"You're fired!"

My jaw dropped open. I looked at Danny. He looked concerned, but not completely upset.

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I smiled; that was a bizarre day. Then I thought about the fact that I was unemployed, and so was Jesse. I was fired, and he was forced out fo the job.

I looked at the piano; he still had the Smash Club, which was good, but how long will kids and adults like that sorta thing? It was 1995, five years from a new century. Five years may seem long, but it's actually super short! My thoughts were interrupted by another bout of morning sickness.