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Post by KENNEDY DAVID MILLER on Jun 28, 2013 19:36:04 GMT -5
Ken liked working for Ikea. Granted, it wasn't the most glamourous job ever, but it was a job. A good job even, he was doing interior designing, right? Maybe he could upgrade to fine furniture sometime. Ken chuckled and shook his head lightly as he walked through the show room, adjusting tables and screwing in new lightbulbs. His shift today involved wandering around the store, a roving help man. Technically, Ken's job entailed coming in each time there was a new season and hence a new display, in addition to holiday prep and the catalogue and stuff. But in order to make a little more cash, he sometimes worked another job at the store, sometimes covering for friends.
Ken moved around the display and to the customer service desk, they'd posted a help wanted ad a while back and he expected some people to come in, so he figured that was as good a place as any to stand. He whistled softly to himself, killing time in the warm and sawdusty smell that was Ikea... that and the hint of meatballs.
ooc- sorry this is sorta lame!
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Post by HADLEY CLARISSE FAIRCHILD on Jun 28, 2013 21:16:21 GMT -5
Hadley was horrible at asking for help. She was even worse at accepting it, particularly when she found herself in a position to need help for an extended period of time. Jack had been wonderful, really. But, friendly as he was, he was practically a stranger still, and Hadley felt bad that she was so dependent on him already. So, she'd resolved to find herself a job. Jack was working and probably wouldn't notice her missing, and she hoped to be able to surprise him with the fact that she'd managed to find a legal and wholesome way to earn a paycheck without his help.
Even while attempting to find a way to provide for herself, she found that she was at least a little dependent on Jack. She'd had to borrow one of his shirts to look at least somewhat presentable, and she frowned at the way the cuffed sleeves were obviously too big for her. It certainly wasn't fashionable, but she figured she at least looked less disheveled than she had upon wandering into the resort. Still, it wasn't enough. People seemed to see her coming and hide their job applications.
After several hours of looking, Hadley finally stumbled into Ikea. The boy behind the counter was adorable, but his shirt looked like something she might have worn, and she quickly determined that he was either effeminate or gay (or perhaps both?). Somehow, the realization made him seem far less threatening, and she plastered a smile on her face as she approached him, noting with glee that he did not make any effort to hide or turn her away. She successfully made it to the counter, and she couldn't contain the smile that spread across her face. "Hi," she started, anxiously tugging at the cuffed sleeves of the ill-fitting shirt. "I saw the sign in the window... Are you actually hiring or is it more taking applications?"
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Post by KENNEDY DAVID MILLER on Jun 28, 2013 21:41:32 GMT -5
Ken was staring at the clock when a pretty blonde stepped up to the counter and asked about the help wanted sign. "Honey with a smile that that, I'd hire you on the spot," Ken said with a grin. He liked her energy, a little worried maybe, but she knew who she was. Ken was good at telling that sort of thing. He could also tell she was unhappy with her shirt. It was a bit big and Ken took a moment before deciding, "The oversized shirt is working for you, don't you let anyone tell you any different." He said finally with a nod. " Its like, 'I borrowed this after a night with a hotter man that you' chic."
Ken pulled out an application and handed it to her. "Technically i don't get to hire anyone, I just get to talk to people, get initial feelings and what not, and then I give 'em to the boss man." He said with a smile. She seemed awfully pretty and probably educated for a job like this. "The position is entry level, nothing special..." He said, eyeing her. "You sure you want it?"
As Ken was speaking, another worker walked by a little uncomfortably and handed Ken a necklace that Ken slipped into his pocket. He'd left it on the first man's dresser a few nights before. Ken winked at him before he moved on, not ashamed that the girl probably saw it.
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Post by HADLEY CLARISSE FAIRCHILD on Jun 29, 2013 10:50:52 GMT -5
The guy had an easy manner, and Hadley found that she was instantly comfortable talking to him. His compliment had her blushing, but she could tell he wasn't flirting. It felt like girl talk, and she had certainly missed that! When he followed it up by complimenting her shirt and trying to ease her insecurities she decided that she had most definitely found the place she wanted to be. Chuckling, she shook her head at him. "I did borrow it from a guy, but it's not like that... He's just doing me a favor..." Her eyes went wide as she registered her words. She seemed to be saying a lot of stupid things lately, and this time she had a feeling she'd made herself sound like a slut. It certainly wasn't a sexual favor that Jack was doing for her, but she wasn't entirely sure that explaining as much would help matters.
Taking the application from his hand, Hadley nodded at his explanation. It made sense that he wouldn't be the one actually doing the hiring. In her experience, those people didn't exactly spend a lot of time wandering around the store and chatting with random people who came in. "That's too bad... Now I have to go and impress him, too," she replied with a shrug. As he continued to tell her about the position, she realized she must not look like the sort of person looking for what was basically a dead in job. At least she seemed to have lost the hobo look now that she was clean and wearing a reasonably less worn shirt. "I know. I mean, I'm kind of... I'm new here, and I don't know anyone really, and I need to find something. I didn't really plan my move very well so I don't exactly have any savings to help me out and I really just need an income."
The more she talked, the sillier she felt and Hadley was glad when she realized Ken's attention wasn't completely fixed on her. Her eyes followed his to focus on an attractive man who seemed rather uncomfortable. It was obvious that something had happened between him and the guy she was talking to, and she had a feeling it didn't involve a polite invitation not to be homeless. The proof of his sexuality had her feeling much more comfortable and Hadley found herself grinning. "I'm Hadley, by the way. Is it okay if I fill this application out here? Or should I take it with me?" Some people were weird about that sort of thing, so she figured she ought to check first. [/size] |
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Post by KENNEDY DAVID MILLER on Jun 29, 2013 11:11:49 GMT -5
Ken chuckled lightly and flashed her a smile, "You sure he doesn't want it to be like that?" He pointed out. of course, the guy in question might have been a decent guy, or also gay.... Ken shrugged lightly. The woman was attractive, so he figured, "Any straight boy would want to get... involved," he said before he said 'get all up in that', figuring he was technically at work after all.
Ken nodded. "I hear you, I got a promotion and had to move here myself, they're helping with my rent for the moment, but I really got to find a roommate. Its an expensive place to live, not as New York City anyway," He said thoughtfully. Ken liked Aspen so far though, the fashionable sweaters and luxury stores were beyond fantastic.
Hadley. What an interesting name! Ken grinned and said, "Fill it out here Hadley, I like the company. I'm Ken," He said with a smile, fishing his name tag out of his pocket and pinning it on carefully, having obviously forgotten about it.
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Post by HADLEY CLARISSE FAIRCHILD on Jun 30, 2013 21:33:19 GMT -5
Biting her lip, Hadley fought the urge to protest. She was not, in fact, sure that Jack didn't want things to be "like that", but he hadn't exactly been putting the moves on her, either. Truthfully, the though that he might be gay had crossed her mind before. He was, after all, very well dressed. He also kept his little apartment cleaner than a lot of straight guys she'd known... So maybe he wasn't as effeminate as Ken, but there was a reasonable chance that he was gay. And assuming he was made Hadley feel just a bit more at ease. "Right. Thanks for that," she mused, stifling a chuckle.
It was refreshing to hear that she wasn't the only one with money problems, and Hadley was more excited than she rightfully should have been at the news that Ken was looking for a roommate. Jack was great, but things could only become more awkward with to near strangers sharing such a small space. Still, she wasn't going to push her luck. By saying anything about the apartment yet. She couldn't even offer rent unless she got a job.
Relieved to hear that she didn't have to leave, Hadley flashes Ken a smile and fished a pen from her pocket. It wasn't a usual accessory for her, but she'd filled out her fair share of applications today, and she'd quickly found it to be necessary. "Nice to meet you," she replied as she scrawled information into the blanks on the application. It didn't take her long, and she was soon passing the form back across the counter. "So how do I go about impressing the big man?" she asked, figuring Ken might be able to help her improve her chances of being hired.
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Post by KENNEDY DAVID MILLER on Jun 30, 2013 21:51:55 GMT -5
Ken flashed her a smile and watched as she hurriedly filled out the application and handed it back to him. Ken read it over. No address, other than a room at the resort, which caused Ken to arch an eyebrow. "If you're staying at the resort... why do you need this job?" He asked, but after he asked, it occurred to him. "Plaid shirt guys lives there?" Ken surmised, looking down the rest of the info.
"In any case, you're over qualified." Ken said, but he still had his doubts about where she was living and off what. She definitely seemed in trouble to him. Maybe she really did need this job. Ken wondered what the story was, and he was a pretty nosey person but she didn't seem like the forthcoming type to him exactly.
Ken thought a moment about the boss man. "I'll vouch for you, that should help. I don't know everyone here yet, but I was moved here by corporate, so maybe that holds some weight?" He said with a shrug. "In any case, he loves beef jerky, the big man." Ken reached under the desk and pulled out a packet and handed it to her. "We all keep a stash, just in case." Ken then wrote "recommended" on the top of her application.
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