Please calm down, Amy.
Yes, you've ended up in the 1950s, but it was simply an unforeseen problem with the energy field.
Believe me, it could be a LOT worse.
Plus, I think it's best if I give you some information regarding your new environment.
Want me to fill you in now, or are you in too much of a huff to listen?
No need to be sarcastic. I'm trying to help you, right?
Okay, have a seat in the nice living room you ended up in and have a chat with the fellow in the white shoes while I get some information for you about the 1950s.
No, there is no way you will find a computer or cell phone anywhere. They don't exist yet.
The truth is, it might take me a while to get the time travel machine repaired, so you might want to hunker down for a spell.
Yes, it would be wonderful if you'd at least pretend to care. Mid-century living may surprise you in more ways than one.
From the standpoint of the 1950s, it's common for a young woman your age to work in a diner as a server.
Just don't call yourself a "server" because nobody will know what you're talking about. Trust me, it would be better for you to say "waitress" or perhaps "carhop" instead.
If you do decide on finding a job at a diner, here's a word of advice:
Don't freak out when they tell you your pay will be 75 cents an hour.
The cost of a new car is around $1,500.00
The cost of a hamburger meal is 25 cents.
Bread is 14 cents.
A cotton dress is around $3.00
Eggs are 49 cents a dozen.
An egg salad sandwich is 50 cents at Woolworths - where you can apply for a waitress job at the lunch counter. Just a suggestion.
So good luck for now, Amy. Looks like the family you ended up with is, uh, friendly at least. Yeah, I hear you... they're ridiculously outdated.
However, I'll check back with you soon and you can let me know how the job hunting went and I'll fill you in with more information about the 1950s so you can appear fairly normal. (Perhaps a bit of a stretch.)
In the meantime, please try not to worry ... much.
And now you know.