Post by RHYS SPRINTER on Aug 1, 2013 16:58:05 GMT -5
Gods, but the store was busy.
When he’d planned for Gingey’s Lounge on the ground floor of his corporate building, Rhys had fondly thought that it would be a tiny stream of income he could pump into Gingey’s Catering, another start-up he had planned. He’d never dreamed that the store would be so busy they would need reinforcements from the corporate offices.
The first few replacements had been so disastrous that he’d sent them back up to their offices. You didn’t yell at indecisive teenagers. You got them to pay for three more things than they’d planned to and give them something for free. Sales. Client retention. These things very few people in the organization knew about, and so after the third employee requested a week off due to stress, Rhys had sent in the Sales reps.
And it had gone perfectly. So perfectly in fact that Gingey’s Corp’s sales had gone through the roof, offsetting all the building’s expenses for the entire month, and his sales reps kept going missing. Hand in hand with the increase in customers went the need for more servers to serve those customers, and then his sales department was empty and Rhys had nearly thrown a fit. The Market dept. had tried to cover for them, but marketing was chicken and sales was fish; both were meat, but two different beasts.
So Rhys hadgently kicked the sales reps back to their offices, but not before they’d wrestled him into forming a mobile group (turns out those crazy kids liked customer service, go figure) that would trade off daily or something, he wasn’t too clear on the details as they’d stealthily drawn him behind the counter before they all started to talk to him at once. And then he’d hired a whole slate of new employees dedicated to keeping that crazy sugar-high level of intensity the sales reps had established that the customers liked so much. And since Rhys was in charge of training all the newbies, he was stuck saying “Welcome to Gingey’s! I hope you brought your sweet tooth!” and other insanely chipper phrases at the top of his voice because the place was packed and he had to fight to hear over the noise.
It helped that he looked like just one of the guys and no one was paying him any special attention, though his larger-than-necessary smile did cause a few blushesthat he blushed to in response. After ruining one of his best shirts the day before Rhys had commandeered a uniform and wore it proudly, and regretted not donning an apron immediately no less than ten minutes into the work day. Since then he’d accumulated a wide assortment of frosting and jelly stains on both his second apron of the day and his uniform shirt. Sure, he could change, but he’d first like to figure out just how he was getting messy in the first place.
A beaming newbie approached him, her arm speckled with confectioner’s sugar. ”OHEMGEE Mr. Sprinter you wouldn't believe it but that lady over by the potted plant is having a birthday and no one’s told her happy birthday all day and this is the first time she’s smiled she said she was about to cry and figured she should just come drown herself in sugar but she’s grinning and everything Sean is talking her to death but could we give her like a bag of freebies or something – “
“Yes Jenna sure whatever you like please talk slower and take breaths I don’t want you to pass out.” Sure, he’d imitated her speech pattern but sweet peanuts she didn't remember to breathe and said way too many words than a human was supposed to but she was brilliant with customers so Rhys rolled his eyes and turned back to the counter.
And promptly blushed right up to the roots of his hair.
He couldn't help but stare. He’d been surrounded by teenagers and frumpy middle aged women and their kids (and teenagers) all day, with the random man thrown in for flavour. This blonde, curly haired thing was the prettiest thing he’d seen all day.
He had to stop referring to her as a thing. Woman. Pretty woman. The thought made him blush more.
“Uh-erm, hello... Welcome to Gingey’s.” he fidgeted, rocking back on his heels, every ounce of his self-control focused on not creeping his new customer out. “How can I help you?”
When he’d planned for Gingey’s Lounge on the ground floor of his corporate building, Rhys had fondly thought that it would be a tiny stream of income he could pump into Gingey’s Catering, another start-up he had planned. He’d never dreamed that the store would be so busy they would need reinforcements from the corporate offices.
The first few replacements had been so disastrous that he’d sent them back up to their offices. You didn’t yell at indecisive teenagers. You got them to pay for three more things than they’d planned to and give them something for free. Sales. Client retention. These things very few people in the organization knew about, and so after the third employee requested a week off due to stress, Rhys had sent in the Sales reps.
And it had gone perfectly. So perfectly in fact that Gingey’s Corp’s sales had gone through the roof, offsetting all the building’s expenses for the entire month, and his sales reps kept going missing. Hand in hand with the increase in customers went the need for more servers to serve those customers, and then his sales department was empty and Rhys had nearly thrown a fit. The Market dept. had tried to cover for them, but marketing was chicken and sales was fish; both were meat, but two different beasts.
So Rhys had
It helped that he looked like just one of the guys and no one was paying him any special attention, though his larger-than-necessary smile did cause a few blushes
A beaming newbie approached him, her arm speckled with confectioner’s sugar. ”OHEMGEE Mr. Sprinter you wouldn't believe it but that lady over by the potted plant is having a birthday and no one’s told her happy birthday all day and this is the first time she’s smiled she said she was about to cry and figured she should just come drown herself in sugar but she’s grinning and everything Sean is talking her to death but could we give her like a bag of freebies or something – “
“Yes Jenna sure whatever you like please talk slower and take breaths I don’t want you to pass out.” Sure, he’d imitated her speech pattern but sweet peanuts she didn't remember to breathe and said way too many words than a human was supposed to but she was brilliant with customers so Rhys rolled his eyes and turned back to the counter.
And promptly blushed right up to the roots of his hair.
He couldn't help but stare. He’d been surrounded by teenagers and frumpy middle aged women and their kids (and teenagers) all day, with the random man thrown in for flavour. This blonde, curly haired thing was the prettiest thing he’d seen all day.
He had to stop referring to her as a thing. Woman. Pretty woman. The thought made him blush more.
“Uh-erm, hello... Welcome to Gingey’s.” he fidgeted, rocking back on his heels, every ounce of his self-control focused on not creeping his new customer out. “How can I help you?”
