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fandomtownies2020-02-13 11:29 pm
notarockharpist) wrote in fandomtownies2020-02-13 11:29 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/14)
Yasha was ... not a particularly happy person at the best of times, but this week seemed to have been designed specifically to make her especially unhappy.
That was even well before taking the madness of last-minute flower orders into account. Those alone were enough to be overwhelming, in between the phone calls and the walk-in customers, when this was literally her third day ever working in retail and she still had trouble getting the hang of the register. Having all of that to deal with and trying to hold it all together because the only thing this holiday did was make her miss Zuala so much it physically hurt? And then the flowers that had arrived for her this morning? She knew Beau had meant well by sending them -- she always did, even if it didn't always come off that way -- but honestly? That only made things worse.
Yasha would probably give anything for a couple of trolls or a nice hill giant to fight right about now. Maybe even a young dragon. It would make her feel better on so many levels, just being able to go into her battle rage and enter that welcome state of emotional blankness for a bit while she beat things up.
But no, there weren't going to be any convenient combat encounters to bail her out here, it seemed. Just a constant stream of customers, and ... so many flowers. So many.
This was fine. Really.
[OOC: Open shop/post! I am going to hell for being this mean to her, I swear.]
That was even well before taking the madness of last-minute flower orders into account. Those alone were enough to be overwhelming, in between the phone calls and the walk-in customers, when this was literally her third day ever working in retail and she still had trouble getting the hang of the register. Having all of that to deal with and trying to hold it all together because the only thing this holiday did was make her miss Zuala so much it physically hurt? And then the flowers that had arrived for her this morning? She knew Beau had meant well by sending them -- she always did, even if it didn't always come off that way -- but honestly? That only made things worse.
Yasha would probably give anything for a couple of trolls or a nice hill giant to fight right about now. Maybe even a young dragon. It would make her feel better on so many levels, just being able to go into her battle rage and enter that welcome state of emotional blankness for a bit while she beat things up.
But no, there weren't going to be any convenient combat encounters to bail her out here, it seemed. Just a constant stream of customers, and ... so many flowers. So many.
This was fine. Really.
[OOC: Open shop/post! I am going to hell for being this mean to her, I swear.]