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Post by mikka on Jun 9, 2009 11:36:20 GMT -5
 [/right] Mikka just arrived to her new workplace. It was her first official day, and she was....semi excited about working here. Considering she had no prior work experience, and the guy hired her right away even though she knew nothing about cars....AND she was getting a discount her hers...it seemed like a pretty good deal. She was already mentally making a list of changes that needed to be done....starting with making the outside look more friendly.
She stood for a moment, straightening out her blouse. She looked more like she was going to work as a secretary, or in an office for she was wearing a black, pin striped skirt that came a little above her knees, exposing the rest of her bare legs. With that, she wore a tight fit white blouse, the buttons starting a bit lower than a normal button down shirt. And of course, she had professional, black heels on. Yes, it did not look like she was going to work at a car shop.
She walked in, hoping the guy was less touchy today. She wasn't nervous about being around him....well...she wasn't going to act nervous being around him. "Hello?" She greeted, walking around the store, familiarizing herself with the items in it before he gave her work to do. Oh no....Mikka was going to have to do work today...eew.
~~~ Tag Dyami ~~~ [/color] |
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Post by dyami on Jun 9, 2009 23:22:53 GMT -5
Dyami heard her voice and jogged up from the gate in the back. He slipped into the back silently so she wouldn’t think anything of his having heard her from out side. When he got closer, she stopped. She looked like she had high expectations of the job. Style, class, a billion things she wouldn’t find here. He would have told her she was over dressed but he was just glad you could see less of her, today then her first day.
The past teeny bobber he had haired wasn’t like her. It had been easier to see the girl working here, she had been a ‘punk Goth’ or something, and often dressed in the wildest out fits and didn’t mind the mess or the light labor that came with the job. He had taken her on a short, and fast tour of the place, which took a whole three minutes, and over two minutes of that was explaining how the ‘Co-Ed Bathroom’ worked. (She had not been impressed with the sign meathead on the door).
“Good Morning Mikka.” He said in his deep voice, sounding pleased and amused.
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Post by mikka on Jun 10, 2009 21:36:34 GMT -5
[/right] It was still too early for Mikka. She liked sleeping in and having to come to work so early was not cool. But....she was going to get a car soon (ish) so it would all be worth it. "Hey Dyami," she said casually. She looked at him, not sure what to say. All she knew was that she was going to keep a distance from him. "Whats up?" She asked, flicking her hair back, a bit of a habit of hers when she wasn't sure what else to say or do.
"You know, you should think about opening a little later. I mean, what person in their right mind would get up this early to come here?" She looked around, making show of the fact that no one was here right now. "See?" Not that she was complaining about the lack of business...apparently, he was busy enough to need someone like her helping him. And if he hired someone with no previous experience or knowledge on the subject, he must have been REALLY desperate. "Where do I start?" She asked, just continuously talking. Another habit of hers: rambling.
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Post by dyami on Jun 17, 2009 22:43:22 GMT -5
She always talked to much. But at lest it was a good voice, and if he tried hard he could make out the logic behind the words and learn something. He just stood their and smiled at her for a moment. Glad she was back. He had missed her. Maybe she would need more money and want more house.
He also wasn't about to tell her they customers from earlier have already came, shopped, paid and left. "Early bird, Mikka." Was all he said then winked. Dyami then looked around (to make sure no little pups were around) but it looked causal as if he was looking around to say 'this is it'. "Welcome to your office."
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Post by mikka on Jun 21, 2009 20:12:22 GMT -5
[/right] Mikka looked at her 'office' space. It was not satisfying. "Is it alright if I add a couple of things, you know...to make it more welcoming?" She asked. She had pink pens and pencils with feathers at the end of them, along with other various stationary (very girly stationary for that matter) to give the place more personality.....more of her personality. "So what exactly do I do? Answer the phone, ring stuff in...ummm..." She was trying to remember what he had told her before. "What other stuff did you say that was part of my job expectations?" Expectation. That was a nice, long, professional word to use. She was proud of herself for thinking of it.
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Post by dyami on Jun 24, 2009 21:56:12 GMT -5
"Sure." Dyami said willing to let her do about anything to the place to clean it up and make it better. She would be the half owner after he married her, so why not let her go ahead and start doing some owner type things. "Whatever you need to do to make it easier for you to work in, you can do it."
"Basically we need someone sort of like a secretary. Answering the phone, trying to either help them or put them on hold and use the walkie-talkie, to ask for the part the customer needs. They will radio you back and you can answer the question on the phone. Ring up anything they want to buy." He pointed to the computer. "It's old fashioned, but simple."
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Post by mikka on Jul 30, 2009 21:38:25 GMT -5
[/right] Mikka didn't waste any time. She took out some pink pens and began to place them on the surface of the desk. She would get some scented paper. For now, this would have to suffice. She listened to his explanation of her job, though she was also distracted by mentally planning how she was going to make this desk more pretty. She looked at him when he was done talking. "Sounds easy enough," she said confidently. She looked at the computer.
"WOW! That is old looking. Did you um...ever think of upgrading it? You know, to something a little more modern?" Mikka was all about modern trends. She didn't like outdated things, and this system looked like one of the first computers that was ever invented, of course, her perception was obviously skewed. "It wouldn't do any harm to make the place more..." What was the least offensive term she could use? "Charming and trendy."
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Post by dyami on Jul 30, 2009 21:57:30 GMT -5
"A new computer?" Dyami looked at his older one and his face held a deep, almost slightly pained look. He hated computers. However, if she was going to be the main one to work on it, from now on, why not make her happy. "Fine, order a new one and charge it to the shop." He said as if it was common news for a teeny bobber to order things like that for companys every day. "See if they have simple calculators as well. Nothing fancy."
He watched her pink pens for a moment and knew the boys would have a field day when they saw his in his head. "Do you want a tour of the place?"
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Post by mikka on Sept 11, 2009 10:28:35 GMT -5
[/right] Sweet! "Awesome! Wait...what kind of computer do you want? Well, I mean like...what kind of computer can you afford?" She was assuming that he wasn't very rich, and that was why he had such an old computer. "Like, you must have a price range or something." Mikka would ordinarily pick out the most expensive, and most pretty computer....but she didn't want to make him pay for something he couldn't afford...not on the first day on the job anyway. She had to admit though, that she did feel important being allowed to order a computer and calculator.
"While I'm at it, want me to get some things to make this place more.....friendly looking. Like maybe some paintings or decoration pieces or something." If this was going to be where she worked, she wanted it to look nice, despite the fact that it was a shop and not her bedroom. "I think we need to redecorate this entire place!" She was getting a brain full of ideas. So much for the possibility of him not being able to afford things. She was pulled from her planning when he offered her a tour. "Sure! That'll probably be helpful. I'm ready whenever." She wanted to look prepared and eager...this was her first job! She was excited.
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Post by dyami on Sept 12, 2009 20:59:51 GMT -5
What did computer cost? What should he tell her? "Don't worry about money, Mikki, just order what you think we need." After being in business forever, and having made some other investments, Dyami was 'well off'. So she could buy her computer, his money was her money now.
A tour was a good idea, in thought. In reality Dyami looked around and knew this might make the place look a little worse in her eyes. "Well," He hands moved to jester to the room they were in, a large room, that had a small store in it. Road trips snacks, maps some clothing, post cards, drinks. Basic travel essentials. "This is The Shop, and-" It was a shop, nothing more to tell. He pointed to the 'cash' office were he often worked in. "There is the cash office, it has the safe, and business papers we have to keep track of." It was basicly a desk, couch, and file cabinets.
"Over here is the stock room," He lead her to it, opening the door and walking in, holding it open for her. "It's basically just storage but there is some cubbyholes here were you can put some things if you need to." There was about 15 cubbyholes along one wall, all but a hand full were filled with rolled up jeans and a few of them had shoes in them as well.
Dyami stopped when he stood besides the steps in the back of the stock room. "The only bath room is up stairs." That was part of the tour as well, his home.
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Post by mikka on Sept 21, 2009 21:36:49 GMT -5
[quote author=dyami board=shop thread=942 post=8843 [/right] "But...I don't want to order something that you like...you know, can't afford to pay for or whatever." She could not understand how he would be able to afford a nice new computer when he lived in a place like this. It was shabby. She was going to clean it up and make it all nice....well, as nice as this kind of place could look anyway. "Do you have a lot of money in this place?" She was not shy to ask questions, not even personal questions regarding one's income, as that was something a person didn't really inquire about.
She looked to where he was motioning, her eyes scanning through the items and making sure she would be able to identify them, if and when asked by a customer. It was definitely going to take some getting used to. "What kind of business papers? Like, taxes and all that stuff?" Maybe she would sound smart saying things like that, even though she had no idea how to do taxes.
She followed him once again, to the stock room. "Perfect! It'll be a good place for my purse." And extra clothes and shoes in case she felt like changing throughout the day. "Do you keep your clothes here?" She asked, noticing the jeans. "Its pretty convenient I guess. In case your pants get dirty or something, you don't have to go all the way to your house to get a clean pair." She was just excited, and when she was excited, she tended to ramble...but a bit.
"Wait...you mean there are two bathrooms." It wasn't even a question. She was correcting him. "Male and female bathrooms." She let out a small laugh. "For a second, I thought you meant that there was only one bathroom for everyone to use." She was oblivious to the fact that that was what Dyami actually meant.
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Post by dyami on Jan 12, 2010 12:27:45 GMT -5
"Don't worry about money, Mikka." -- "Yes." -- "Yes." -- "True." He was giving her answers, but very short and honest ones, mainly because he was part repeating him self, which he never did, and part because she was going to fast for him to get in more. If they were further along then he would kiss her to shut her up. Dyami didn't correct her after she went off talking about the restrooms. She would learn by seeing.
Dyami lead the way up the steps, and into his home which was vastly different from the shop below. Above was a 'studio apartment' style house that Dyami lived in. You come up on the edge of the kitchen, which has a large cooking space.
It's large and the walls are filled is bits of history, from hand paints or very old photographs, and some old Native tools and weapons; some very old clothes (One of which was a 'wedding dress'). One one side their is a large single book case, and along it is many, many journals, years upon years worth of them. It has some dark furniture, that looks very broke in, and a massive table in the middle that could set at lest eight. There is also a rather bed in one pocket with dream catchers forming a circular pattern over it, and the one room you can't see in is the one restroom the place has, and it's door matches the wall, and you wouldn't see it but for the outline and handle on it.
The whole place as a very dark and almost run down but clean look. While nothing is overly dirty, they look very well used. The darkness doesn't come from bad lighting, but from the dark leather, and deep oak that everything is made from. "This is my home." He told her, letting her take that in, while watching her face closely.
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