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 Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:00 pm
Eliza had walked by 17 Waverly a lot in her explorations of the city, she'd even stopped in for a piece of pie on the odd occasion she could afford it. Lately she'd been wondering a lot about how her mom was affording her rent and keeping up the farm, as she now had to pay Willie as well and had come to the decision that it might best if she got a job.
She hadn't bothered to brush her hair as per usual. It was a electic mess of accessories, curls, waves, and straight piece. Nor had she bother trying to change her attire to something more suitable, walking about as though she had gotten dressed in the dark despite wearing her school uniform, having on tights with planets on them, colorful patterned tennis and a ton of bangles and silly bands.
She'd applied at several places thus far, but after filling out the application she'd mostly been waved off. She sighed, coming to 17 Waverly her last stop before she went home for the day. She planned to splurge on a piece of pie and fill out an application hoping they wouldn't look at her like she was crazy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 4:58 pm
"Hi, take a seat wherever," Was the nonchalant greeting most customers got upon walking into 17's and Eliza's was no different. The place was buzzing with it's understaffed crowd trying to keep everything going.
The purple haired man who had greeted her with a distracted wave had scuttled behind the counter to dig around in the storage space below it, obviously missing something.
"MARCO, WHERE THE ******** ARE THE SPARE NAPKINS?" Was what ended up being bellowed out.
"I don't know! The front of the house is your responsibility, you lazy piece of s**t!" Was the raging shout that echoed from the back. There was lot of running, but most of it that wasn't being screamed was indecipherable over the buzz of the lunch rush. It did look like the guy was going to recover from his near stroke when a girl brought him a box out of storage.
It gave him enough time to pay attention to a wild haired girl whose order hadn't been taken yet and he dashed over like a mad man, "Sorry! Sorry! What'll you be having?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:43 pm
Eliza nodded and went to have a seat at one of the booth's and waited patiently to have her order taken, which was fairly easy as she was slightly entertained by the yelling momentarily, then by the simple hustle and bustle of the shop. She watched the customers conversing, making note of there meals and wondering what each thing tasted like.
She blinked when the appology was thrown at her, having not really been paying attention in the least. She gave a smile, "It's okay. I was sort of daydreaming. I'll have a piece of apple pie, if you have any."
She paused for a second watching some kid smashing some desert he had instead of eatting it before looking to Noah once more, "And are you hiring," she asked.
She didn't wait for an answer before continuing on, "if you are, can I fill out an application."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 9:12 pm
Noah nodded with a warm smile and wrote on his notepad. "Sure thing!" they always had apple. You can't have pie as a specialty without apple. Especially in the winter months.
He blinked when she asked if they were hiring, though, and tried to hide the faintest twitch of a cringe. Teenage kids frequently came in looking for jobs, and they usually quit fairly quickly, sometimes by just not showing up for a shift.
She looked familiar, though, and if she had been here often enough to be familiar looking he didn't want to offend her. Anyone who hung around was worth cherishing.
"Sure... thing.... HEY MARCO?"
The tattooed man was popping up through the kitchen door in an instant. "********," He shouted and went to grumbling, except grumbling so Noah could hear it across the dining area was more like talking normally as he walked away, "Marco applications~' well ******** you, man, I ain' your butler I just cook burgers I dunno, what the ******** do you..." And he just trailed off as he vanished back to the back of the building where he manned the flattop.
"There are children here," A waitress reprimanded as she decided to interfere and hand Noah an application in an attempt to curb the shouting and swearing. Clearly, she was new.
"Whatever," Noah rolled his eyes and handed the paper application to Eliza with a smile. "Here ya go, kid, be right back with the pie."
And he darted off, only to come back minutes later with, "A la mode or like...?" Totally forgot that part.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 8:05 am
Eliza gave a grin and nodded. She really loved apple pie, as well as peach pie and lemon meringue pie, but today she decided simple would be best, plain and simple good old fashioned apple pie.
She was a bit surprised at the commotion that her asking for an application caused, but she found herself giggling over the whole situation, holding her hand over mouth trying in vain to hide her amusement. It was nothing like home or school and Eliza liked the entertainment.
She happily took the application with a thank you and fished a pen from her school bag to start on her application only getting to the address before Noah was back asking about A la mode. She shook her head, "just plain apple pie please, warm if you can, thank you."
She looked back the application and went back to diligently filling it out. She wanted to make sure she got it done in time to still have warm pie. She definitely didn't want to get any pie of her application. She didn't want to lessen her chances of actually getting a job.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:50 pm
With a quick point and a click of his tongue Noah was off again. Warm apple pie was a good default to have around for the winter months.
And suddenly a girl who was entirely uninvited sat in the seat across from Eliza and rested her chin in her hands. "Aw, filling out an app?"
Zia was still bundled up in a scarf, hat, jacket combo that gave away the fact she had just come in from outside, but that didn't matter. She had no troubles making herself at home in her brother's diner, whether he wanted her to or not.
"You look a little young for the usual crowd, aren't you still in school or something?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:15 am
Eliza looked up and smiled, "yeah, I put in a bunch of applications today, but I don't think they are to interested in hiring me. Always worth a shot though, right?"
She grinned and gave a small laugh at the age comment. "Yes, I'm still in school. I'm in the 11th grade at H.I.T.S. And am I really young for the crowd, I didn't think 16 was that young."
She was being silly, really she knew she looked young, her height added to that the most. "I'm Eliza, by the way. It's nice to meet you. Do you come here a lot. I like their pie, even if I can't get it that often."
Eliza sat back in her chair obviously completely unpertubed by a random stranger sitting at her table and asking her questions. They were particularly mean or personal, so she didn't see the problem.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 8:10 am
"Oh I wouldn't say too young," Zia said wit ha laugh and a flippant wave. "I guess it's just older kids and adults, usually."
And then she paused. "Or... uh..." She looked like she was about to count on her fingers. "11th... means... I guess if you tun 18 at... wait," And then she gave up and shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know. Hi! I'm Zia!"
She nodded pretty enthusiastically about the pie bit and leaned forward on the table, "Sometimes, but I hear the owner is kind of a cranky a--"
"Entertaining my applicants, Zee?" Noah's sudden figure at the side of the table had gone unnoticed until he spoke up, and Zia jumped.
"Oh! Speak of the devil," She squealed and laughed as Noah just set Eliza's pie down on the table.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:40 pm
"Well I guess, but most kids my age don't live on there own, but I want to go to school in the city, so here I am," she said with a nod at the comment. She was probably younger than most of the other applicants, but not overly so.
Eliza looked slightly confused at what the girl was trying to say about when she turned 18, but it didn't really matter because she wouldn't turn 18 until she started college, nearly the whole month in actually. She gave Zia another smile as the girl introduced herself, then found herself trying to hold back chuckles as Zia spoke about the owner.
Eliza's eyes went a little wide when Noah popped up addressing Zia, then she gave into her laughing. Her eyes sparkling with amusement thinking that Zia was silly and it was highly amusing. "Thank you for the pie. I'm almost done with the application. I just have to fill out this bottom bit right here," she said pointing.
She picked up her fork and took a bite of her pie, "hmmm, that's good," she looked to Zia, "want some?"
She took another bite and started to also fill the rest of the application out with her left hand neatly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 12:40 pm
"No thanks, I'm a little burnt out on pie," Zia huffed and rested her chin in her hands as she kept her eyes turned down to the application with an awkward amount of scrutiny for a non-employee.
"Quite bothering her, Zia," Noah complained, tugging on her sleeve to try to coax her into getting up.
"Ugh, but I'm interested!" Not that she really had any right to be or any say in who he haired, but she was and she liked to think she did.
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 7:56 pm
Eliza shrugged and filled out the last line of the application before going back to her pie. It was quite nice and she was very much enjoying the little treat. She didn't at all care that Zia was reading over her application, she seemed quite comfortable sitting at the table and Noah clearly knew her.
“It's okay,” she told Noah with a smile. “I don't mind, there isn't a whole lot there to be honest. I don't have much work experience aside from working on the farm back home, but I did put that. Of course there is school stuff there.”
She gave a smile and grinned at Zia hoping maybe it was a good thing that she was interested. “Maybe this would be a good job for me. I'm pretty strong, got good balance, lots of energy and I'm friendly enough I think.” She really hoped that would be good enough because some people preferred other's with more experience.
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