The angry landlady.
disgruntled // conservative // tired
|New York City, 2007
|don't you dare
|who wants to know?
|don't call her Harriet
|none of that satanic nonsense please
|Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve
|none of your business
|Widowed, God rest his soul
|In the apartment building she owns
"Three decades in this dump and never once has being nice to tenants failed to screw me over."
- Mrs. Petersen
Mrs. Petersen-- or Harriet, as she is regrettably incapable of preventing Jill from calling her-- is Jill's landlady. She is the sort of conservative, religious older lady with pictures of the Pope on her walls, a rosary around her neck and extra ones stashed around in case, and art that spells out "JESUS" in her curio cabinets. As you can likely imagine, Jill is her polar opposite in every aspect of life. Jill thinks Mrs. Petersen is a ridiculous old bitch and Mrs. Petersen thinks Jill is everything that's wrong with today's youth: a disrespectful slut. They don't get along.
To be fair to Mrs. Petersen, let's be real: Jill is a nightmare tenant and you or I would hate her if we were her landlord too-- and she has enough nonsense to deal with at work as it is.
|Hair: Light brown (natural but currently dyed), frizzy
|Style: Church lady
Mrs. Petersen looks like your typical middle-aged church lady, with a fluffed-up hairdo, the chained glasses that befit a secretary, and rosary beads around her neck. She has thin lips and calculating hazel eyes.
She dresses conservatively, in blouses buttoned to the neck, sweaters, sensible slacks and penny loafers. You'll never see her in "fun" colors.
She still wears her wedding ring.