Post by claire on Aug 6, 2013 21:10:03 GMT -6
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, font-size: 10px; width:450px; background-color:#E6E6E6,bTable] If the truth isn't what you seek then please don't speak to me | |
| [cs=2] What a wonderful day at work it had been. Claire was almost home-free, just one more client before she was off the clock. Once she was finished for the day, Claire could take her weekly walk to the store where she would spend the next hour or so grocery shopping. She always went grocery shopping on Wednesdays, it was a habit of hers she did not ever intend on breaking. Her black umbrella was propped up by her chair because of the clouds she had witnessed on her way to work. However, the sky had cleared up by the afternoon and now the only purpose the umbrella could serve was shelter for her eyes from the sun. Her shift was slow but relaxing as her favorite customer had come in as her first appointment to have a nice idle chat with her while she washing her hair. Their conversation had set a bright mood for the rest of her day which she spent giving advice to young women regarding their problems as she helped them with their hair. Claire was never one to pry, that was simply rude, but when there was a good chunk of time to kill conversations often got personal. The women never minded her advice because Claire had a habit of speaking her mind. She was never the kind of girl to sugar coat her opinions and certainly if someone asked her for assistance on an issue she would tell them exactly what she thought. Of course, someone people didn’t appreciate Claire voicing her opinions about their problems but they were never regulars. Tidying up her workstation, her eyes darted towards the door every couple of seconds in case her last appointment walked in. She had never met him before which meant their conversations could go either way. She hated working in silence, but that was usually never the case. Her clients were a talkative bunch and she was more than willing to listen. All Claire hoped was that this new individual was like the rest of them. She continued rearranging her tools in perfect order as messiness was the bane of her existence. Everything had to be straightened and perfect because there was no point in putting in effort if it perfection wasn’t going to be achieved. Who ever wanted something that was mediocre? She strived her perfection in her work which was what landed her this job. Growing up, styling hair was only a hobby but since she was so nit-picky about it Claire started to develop some real talent in the field. It was a good thing she did, because there was no other job she could even consider having. | |
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