Thursday afternoon bled into evening. Jenna had struggled to focus ever since her argument with Felicity. Mr. Ternal’s files were still on her computer. She moved on to another project to try to clear her head and make some semblance of progress, but the twisting knot in her stomach refused to relent. Felicity did at least apologize before she left, as had Jenna. But now she sat by herself in a slowly darkening office with absolutely no sense of closure. She let out a long sigh and decided to take Felicity’s parting advice to just leave it till tomorrow.

It took the rest of the morning for Felicity to convince Jenna she wasn’t going to get fired.

“Jenna, seriously,” Felicity continued. “In my first recording session, I got tongue-tied and accidentally triggered a really important doctor to recall a childhood memory of some creepy clown at a circus.”

“Eww, really?” Jenna laughed.

“Yeah, just chill,” Felicity said. “But seriously, you’re gonna have to show me the footage of these supposed ‘convulsions’.”

“But I’m supposed to delete it, right?” Jenna asked.

Remember when President Trump was a first-time candidate and he said that if he were elected, he would get Mexico to pay for the border wall?

Well, that didn’t happen.

And remember when Trump was running again in 2024 and he said that he would stop inflation, have a healthcare plan in two weeks, release his taxes, bring down the price of gas, and end wars?

Well, that didn’t happen either.

During the late 80’s and early 90’s, I spent five years of my life traveling the country as a stand-up comedian. I had some great gigs where I opened for people like Jerry Seinfeld, Sam Kinnison, Lewis Black and the band Chicago.

I also played some hell holes in small towns where there weren’t more than 8 people in the audience.

I learned a lot during that time. I learned that America is a vast, diverse place. I learned that comedy is very subjective and that jokes that worked in Seattle, Washington, might not get the same response in Mobile, Alabama and vice versa.