I think I can do it since I still have the receipt

It was another rip roaring day at the Bank of No Forks. We’re still waiting for our new “jobs” which means that our old jobs are winding down and there’s really NOTHING to do.

I told you that two weeks ago we started doing hair. Last week it was mani/pedis. This week I went and bought a jigsaw puzzle of tea cups and we started in on that today.

I learned that everyone has a different puzzle style.

I prefer to do all the outside first – the frame so to speak. Others started right in on the different designs as they found the colors and patterns that went together.

Ava picks up random pieces, looks at it intently, then hands it to one of us and says, “This one definitely goes somewhere.” It turns out our responses to Ava are all different, too. One person, the nicest one in our group, always takes the piece and makes a show of seeing if she can figure out where it goes. Another takes it and looks at her like she’s an idiot, but doesn’t say anything. Depending on how many times Ava’s already done this, I will grab the piece, slam it down on the table, and make a snarky comment.  (Ava here: Okay, this part is true.  I do that.  But, in my defense, the piece I pick up is usually very specific – like it could be just dropped right into the puzzle.  Why, you ask, dont I just do it myself? That’s because Amy always positions herself looking at the puzzle straight on and the rest of us have to try to complete it from the sides or the top, that’s why . . . )

It turns out jigsaw puzzles are surprisingly stressful.

After several hours of working on the stupid thing, I suggested we take it back to the store, throw it at a clerk and demand a refund insisting that the puzzle was broken.

Tomorrow I’m buying coloring books. That has to be less stressful than puzzles.