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estdeus_innobis[Sunday, June 13th (Day 378)]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]
Ah, boredom. My old friend.
It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed. And there's nothing left to do. It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.
I throw some money at them and send them away. Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.
I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't. Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all... I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change. It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized. And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning. Yes.
In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do. It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around. That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying. If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go. Start a conversation. Maybe have some lunch. Socialize.
Hmph.
And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting. All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish. Like I even need any more supplies.
Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.
[Open to Jane]
[Continued http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/446918.html]
[And there is sexy time...]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]
Ah, boredom. My old friend.
It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed. And there's nothing left to do. It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.
I throw some money at them and send them away. Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.
I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't. Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all... I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change. It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized. And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning. Yes.
In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do. It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around. That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying. If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go. Start a conversation. Maybe have some lunch. Socialize.
Hmph.
And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting. All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish. Like I even need any more supplies.
Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.
[Continued http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/446918.html]
[And there is sexy time...]
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