12 Wishes of Christmas Page #3

I do all the talking.

You just smile

and nod your head.

Sandra Boyd?

Cindy St. James.

Pleasure!

Hi. Laura Lindsey.

I am surprised to see you here,

considering I haven't

received any samples.

Well, that's impossible.

We overnighted them last night.

You should've had them

this morning.

Well, I haven't.

Uh, can I impose and just

ask you to double-check that?

Give me a moment.

You did send the samples,

right, Laura?

Of course. I overnighted

them just like you asked.

Look. I have the receipt

right here.

Uh, here it is.

They went to

3-1 Wilshire Boulevard.

Wait a minute. "Three-one"

Wilshire Boulevard?

Yes.

This is 311.

Sandra, I'm positive you told

me 3-1 Wilshire Boulevard.

Why would I say 3-1

when I know it's 3-1-1?

I... Maybe you

made a mistake.

I... I did what you...

Ladies, confirmed.

No samples from Volara.

Cindy, I am so sorry,

but apparently Ms. Lindsey has sent

the samples to the wrong address.

But if we can reconvene

later this afternoon,

I would be glad to bring them

to you in person.

I'm sorry. I'm booked solid.

It was nice meeting you.

She fired you?

For something

I totally didn't do!

That witch! I worked my

butt off for that company.

That's no way to treat people.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Everything is

falling apart, Faith.

I wish someone could just come

in and fix my whole life.

Hey, do you remember

my cousin Jennifer,

the one who was getting divorced

and then she got laid off

at the same time? Yeah.

Well, apparently she hired

one of those life coaches,

and she claims that they really

helped turn her life around.

Come on! Really?

Yes!

She said it was

the best thing she's ever done.

Wow.

Somebody really likes Christmas.

Uh, hello!

Hello?

Just a minute.

I'll be right out.

Hi there!

Hi. I have

an appointment with Noel.

Oh. I am she.

Um... Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I-I thought it was

a man's name.

Oh, no! Noel, you know,

like the Christmas carol.

Ah.

And you're Laura Lindsey.

Yes, I am.

Come right on in. Have a seat.

Okay.

Now

Ah! Okay, Laura Lindsey,

why are you here?

Well... Oh!

Sorry. Um

Well, I guess, uh,

I'm here because

my life hasn't turned out

the way I expected.

Cookie?

No, thank you.

Well

I get all my best material

from these things.

Let me tell you what's wrong

with you mortals today.

You all expect too much.

You expect to be happy,

and then you expect the man upstairs

to straighten it all out for you.

Sure you wont have a cookie?

Did you know that you sleep

a third of your life away?

Then the other third is spent on a job

you normally can't stand to begin with.

Then the final third

is spent whining

about the hamster wheel you got

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