Not this time.

Day 24

Dear diary,

Not much time to write, I'm just too tired at this point. I figured you'd be wondering what happened to the trip to the village? Turns out my cards came! But, typical Joanna luck, they were delivered to the wrong address and stolen. So I got Miss Jean to lend me a few Euros to call the office again, only to find out Kira had quit! That bitch! So now not a soul knows who I am there, and I'm back trying to convince people to send my own stuff down to me. Oh my god if it takes another 3 weeks I don't know what I'm going to do!

Back at my new office, Miss Jean is really running me ragged lately. I think she is getting fed up with me at this point. I've been trying to do everything she asks, but lately she said some of the customers are complaining. I wake up early every morning now to get dressed in my uniform, start the breakfast for the guests, and take their orders. Some of them look at me funny because of course, I don't have any accent. It's caused some confusion and Miss Jean said that she's probably going to take over that until she figures out how to make the experience a more authentic one for the guests here.

I have to go now. It's already very late, and I have to get up in 6 hours to start the day over again.