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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 11:09 am
Brushed teeth?
Check.
Hair?
Close enough.
Shower?
Check again.
This was his first day on the job, and rather he was going to be there very long, or not, wasn't his issue. He was going to at least look like his life depended on the job. Even if it didn't. It was still a nice gesture, and always putting 80% into something would at least not make him feel guilty in the end.
Naz checked his holster for a moment, making sure his gun was in there. He only took it out of the holster for cleaning, or firing, but he checked anyways.
Check.
He was all set to go.
Nazeil headed out the door, walking down to the shop. He was barely on time, but he was on time. Once he got to the front door of the store, he knocked, wondering if he was supposed to go in or just wait.
It was his first time working this sort of job so... What was he supposed to think? Ah well...
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:00 pm
Greta sighed as she walked downstairs from her room, entering the main floor area of the shop. Living in a combined commercial and residence building had it's perks, but it was always a very quick reminder that work had to be done. Already dressed to open up shop, her pale eyes searched around the room to make sure everything was in correct order. Greta had tidied up after closing last night, but she always felt the need to do a double-check in the morning. Walking around and studying each table to make sure everything was in place, she nodded once everything was deemed satisfactory.
Breakfast was a meal that she usually skipped, and today was no different in her usual schedule. Although that guy she hired was supposed supposed to be showing up soon for something like training, she decided to step into the kitchen and brew herself a cup of tea. Greta knew of several other teashops that just used cheap teabags, but she would wake up at the crack of dawn just to go to the market and buy the freshest leaves, then package them herself. Quality was preferred by her as opposed to quantity; she'd make the best damn pot of darjeeling she could get her hands on, even if that particular supplier was only around once a month. Throwing a match into the wood stove, the dark lycan stood back and waited for the fire to get hot.
She hadn't mentioned it as part of her plans for Naz, but after orientation she was going to take him shopping for clothes. It wasn't that he dressed poorly; no, she supposed he had even looked handsome on their first meeting, but that laid-back kind of attire wasn't what Greta wanted within the Painted Lady. Taking out a kettle from an overhead cabinet, Greta filled it with water and set it on the stove. As she wait for the water to boil, she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. 'Probably Nazeil.' she mused to herself, before leaving the kitchen and heading over to open the front door. She peeked through the curtained window to verify her guess and as expected, it was the tall lycan himself. "I'm glad you're on time. Tardiness on the first day would have left me with a very bad first impression of you." Her comment reached him as she unlocked the door, allowing Naz inside.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 12:23 am
Nazeil almost scoffed, but he decided not to. He couldn't help getting annoyed with her comments, though, he wasn't late so she didn't need to mention it. And for that matter, he felt like he deserved a thank you, but he wasn't going to get that either. So, instead of whining, or yelling at her, or spitting back some wise a** remarks; he decided to just keep it simple, and just get to work.
"Yes 'ma'm. Alright, so all I do is poor tea for people and make sure not to pour it on their lap right?" Nazeil asked, surving stuff wasn't going to be hard at all, it was not letting them get to him that would be the problem.
But that's alright, if he lost this job it wasn't like he was going to go hungry. He didn't plan on staying very long anyway, his anger issues always got the better of him, and in bounty hunting, that was okay. Tea shop, not so much.If those people were in the store again today, he would probably loose it on the first day, wouldn't that be lovely.
Weeeell, might as well keep a positive attitude. He decided to take a glance around, his eyes wondering over the store again as if to double check everything.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:45 pm
"Calling me ma'am isn't necessary at the moment. I'm just Greta." Her first point was made without much consideration for any other words that had come out of Naz's mouth. Her tail flicked in something of amusement at the mention of avoiding pouring scalding hot tea in someone's lap. "That's the gist of it. But I also will need you to help me keep the shop organized and stocked, so you may be making some errands for me when you're not taking down a customer's orders." Of course, the job wasn't meant to be difficult in the first place.
Watching Naz turn away from her to look at the shop also made her eyes wander, and Greta too began to check over her already double-checked work. "Pens and notepads are on that table for writing down orders," she said as she pointed to a wooden table in the farthest corner of the room. "The kitchen is back through that door, and you'll only be going in to deliver food to the tables. Everything should already be laid out in the morning when we open, so all you'll have to do is gather the necessary things. I'll be brewing all of the tea, so really just focus on getting the food right." She explained, her gaze falling back on Naz as she looked to make sure he was paying attention.
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