Puppy nightmare

Just above Minimum wage puppet bullshit

         The waiting room is empty besides our main character who sits at what would be the front of the line if there were any other people. They had waited nearly a year for a chance at this job. Very few people get to step foot into the building so getting an interview is immensely lucky. They chew anxiously on their inner cheek, staring up at the broken toy clock, which is worse than a normal broken clock because it can't even be right two times a day due to the hands being torn off and stuck into the wall on the opposite side of the room. They've been sitting for over an hour when the exceedingly normal door swings open revealing a less than exceedingly normal puppet with his nose buried in a file.
They stand, their chair toppling backwards causing the man to let out a shrill squawk and let go of the files, papers dropping to the floor. He stands disoriented before straightening his back and glasses and turning to the interviewee with a glare.
"Your here for the interview I presume?"
Disregarding the file he dropped that they can now see is purely incomprehensible crayon scribbles he motions for them to follow.
They follow him quietly as they walk down a surprisingly normal hallway, the only sound being his and his small finger puppet. They listen in trying to decipher their whispers
"What Do You think puppy?" The small dog puppet on his finger hmmms for a moment, trying to think of an answer while our main character tries to come up with a reason that a dog puppet could come up with an answer to any question that a full-grown man could have. They come to a halt at a large door which  they assume is their future bosses office, he does a 180 to face the protagonist.
"How rude of me, my name is Professor Herb, but feel free to call me Herb"
''I'm Daisy" they say back with a smile. "Well Daisy, if this goes well I'm looking forward to working with you". He opens the door for them with a smile, ushering them inside where they're immediately met with an attack on the senses. The walls are painted a gradient neon and the carpet looks straight out of an arcade. It's an absolute eyesore to say the least. In the centre of the room, a man sits in a small child's blow-up gummy bear chair which is comically small for his 7 foot  something frame. He stares at them with a grin which would typically look menacing if it wasn't for his oversized bowtie, bright blue hair, and all-around clown-like demeanour. Daisy hesitantly sits in front of him, the man crosses his leg and extends a gloved hand
"I'm The Host! I assume you know that already though." he announces. "You're my new employee I presume?"
"I guess? You haven't really interviewed or, like, hired me yet."  The Host looks at them quizzically, 
"Well, I don't believe in interviews so consider yourself hired! You gotta have some guts to wanna work on a kids show, with the tight schedule and what not" he sits up with a bounce, brushing off his dark blue
suit and flashes them a smile
"But, don't you wanna see my resume? See what college I went to and stuff?"
The host brushes them off with a laugh "You don't need college to work here. You have a brain, which is a step up from most of your coworkers."
Daisy stands with a look of shock which only increased as their new boss swooped them up in a hug and asked for them to start working full time in two days.