If she had landed a job, I think this would be her take on the day.
"Today I arrived at my new job at Starbucks. They have no idea of my superior management skills, so I will just show up all my co-workers and soon I'll be running the place. First of all, I'm wearing my chocolate brown flared-skirt and matching sweater set. Unfortunately, I had to sell my Gucci purse on EBay, but I look so much better than anyone else in the place, it hardly matters. Stupid Mr. Nose-Pierce is stoned and trying to hit on Miss Tattoo...get the picture? It is a good thing she's just standing there because if she ever got those thighs in action, she'd catch her jeans on fire. I stand out like a goddess among the rabble. "
You think I'm kidding?..wait until you read her diatribes. Even less fortunate, she often verbalizes exactly what she is thinking. She makes Don Rickles look like a saint. If you married your boyfriend because you were out of money and wanted cash wedding gifts, would you tell the world? No wonder he needs anti-depressants. Most of Jen's life decisions are pretty appalling. The only things I can think to say in her defense is that she sent money for the homeless (whom she ridicules), adopted two homeless dogs (that she could ill-afford) and sent something to the soldiers after 9-11.
I know, if you can't say something nice...don't say anything at all. I have great empathy for all writers and hate it when work is criticised only for self-promotion of the reviewer. Yes, I feel guilty, but it was a really bad book...and that's the truth.