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Post by carter on Oct 3, 2012 2:44:43 GMT -8
and i've been doing just fine. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=style, width:400px; margin-top: -20px; padding:20px; background-color:#393B41; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-top-right radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px, bTable] Ew. Really? banana peppers and swiss cheese? I'm sorry, ew. Bleh. Ew. Bleh. Oh gosh...Some would think that working at Subway would be an easy task, but sometimes the sandwiches are just... that bizarre. Sometimes they make you want to vomit. Like this older gentlemen's sandwich. All he had was some white Italian bread, swiss cheese, banana peppers. Nothing else. No salt, no pepper. No parmesan, no meat. That's what really did it for the Subway Manager. Who didn't get meat on a sandwich other than vegetarians?! And this old guy... what was he doing at the mall anyway? Thinking about these things was making his stomach feel a little better. Wrapping the sandwich up, Sam placed it in a bag with a few napkins before smiling at the old man with bad taste and rattling off the money that was owed. The old man didn't complain about it, he simply handed him the money in exact change and made his way out the door with his gross sandwich. A small twitch of his brow showed that Sam was still a bit unsettled due to the man's sandwich. Alas, he wouldn't let that get him down. A small smile crossed his lips as he laughed at himself for a moment. He was just disgusted over a sandwich, but he could watch Zombieland over and over again and not mind the guts and blood. A small shrug of his shoulders and a clean work area later, Sam was bored. It took him a total of ten minutes to become bored due to the fact that he worked fast; one of the many reasons he made manager in a year. That and he learned rather quickly. So the fact that he didn't go to school wasn't to blame on his brain or it's lack of education. No, Sam's lack of a decision about his future was to blame. He had never known what he wanted to be when he grew up... so it was easy to just stick with what he did know. All that aside, the young man's fingers tapped the counter in beat with the song that was playing. A few seconds later and he wasn't aware that his hips were swiveling back and forth to the beat as well, making his butt wiggle a bit. There were a lot of things that Sam often did without thinking, odd little habits of his. This was one of them. Rolling his shoulders back a bit, he leaned up and stretched before standing up straight, laying his hands on his hips, and giving a long and much needed yawn. It felt awesome. A smile plastered across his face showed that he liked the song that had ended... but suddenly something ugly came across the radio speakers; Nickleback. The boy cringed. What was that God awful racket? He narrowed his eyes and glared back at the 'Staff Members Only' room. "Who put this crap on my Groove Shark?!"That complaint wasn't heard by anybody since they hadn't come in for their shift yet. He heaved a sigh and made his way over toward the room and sat down in the chair. The door's bell would alert him of a customer while he deleted all these songs off his playlist. He gave a frown and furrowed his brow at the list of Nickleback songs. "Sadie, why do you have to poison my life with your horrible song choice. Ugh."---------------- words. 300+ date. 10/03/12 time. about mid-day. weather. cloudy, breezy, delightful~ setting. Kings Mall Subway, eat fresh! notes. Yep, a day in the life of Sam Carter. xD |
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Post by gurl01 on Oct 5, 2012 8:28:41 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px, btable] It had been a long, tiring week for Bo. Particularly in her workplace. She definitely did not enjoy serving people, especially jerks who think they should be treated like royalty just because they got to eat at a fancy restaurant for 2 hours. She sighed as she tried not to recall her stressful week. It wasn't new that a customer would be upset about something, at least one everyday was upset about something minuscule and trivial, but last week was just brutal. A whole group of jerks had something to complain about their own individual meals, and it turns out they were just tourists who were looking to 'eat and pretend-to-walk-angrily' out of the restaurant, because they couldn't afford what they ordered. Damn, if you didn't have the money, don't go and eat there in the first place! Luckily, the problem didn't last too long once the police arrived, but Bo had been their server that day and having to have five people yelling at you at once for something you didn't do or couldn't control was just...exhausting, and through out their entire tirade, she had to pretend that she both apologetic, un-offended, and peppy. Speaking of peppy, as she entered the sandwich establishment, named after a mode of underground, land transportation, she looked up to see a bell was attached to the door. The ring of the bell had pulled her from her thoughts and brought her back to her current venture on her only day off for the next two weeks. Walking inside, she was surprised not to see the unusually peppy young man at the counter like he always was. Not that she particularly minded, she had simply gotten used to him being there...most of the time. She had thought of calling out to see if anyone was even there, but decided against it. If they had gone somewhere, she could always wait. Sitting down by a nearby table she waited, and plugged in her headphones to her phone, and placed them on her head and over her ears. Hopefully the workers wouldn't take too long, she actually had plans today, and she hoped to get them all done by the end of the day. Selecting a song, and pressing play, music blasted out of her headphones and she found herself humming along with the song. It was a shame she didn't have a boyfriend, she could have been playfully giving him a lapdace as they waited.As the thought occurred to her, she wondered if she should stop listening to such songs. However, even if she wanted to...the song was simply too catchy for her. 'Curse you Christina! You and your catchy 'Your Body' song! Curse you for giving me such dirty thoughts!' she shouted within the recesses of her mind. ---------- ooc: that song is stuck in my head btw. words: 400-ish date: 10/03/12 time: about mid-day. place: Mall, Subway. |
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Post by carter on Oct 5, 2012 9:25:45 GMT -8
and i've been doing just fine. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=style, width:400px; margin-top: -20px; padding:20px; background-color:#393B41; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-top-right radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px, bTable] Instead of hearing the bell as the 'peppy' young man normally did, it seemed like it hadn't even regestiered in his mind that the bell had decided to ring. He was busy deleting Nickleback off of his Groove Shark. How lame of Sadie. He wasn't going to let her off easy this time either. Unless you were a manager, don't touch the Groove Shark play-list. He was going to have to get people to sign in blood next time they 'all agreed that they wouldn't' because apparently Sadie hadn't learned what the meaning of 'agreed' was back in preschool. Setting those negative thoughts aside, he smiled at the song that came on. It was the wonderfully old, eighties, tune Wayward Son. Oh, what a good song. As he came out from his Manager's 'office' as he called it, he was dancing. Er... well, it was almost hard and incorrect to call it 'dancing.' It was more like he was trying to dance. He was 'moving' and 'grooving' but it wasn't a dance. It was like... a spastic flail? Either way, once he had noticed the girl in the room he stopped his dancing and simply stared at her. The point in which he had stopped his 'dancing' was about the time that his right hand was in the air, his left hand was down near the ground / at his knee somewhere, and his legs were doing something from the movie Footloose all kinds of wrong. Though now that he had seen her, he suddenly stood up straight and looked as if he were in the Army, and ready for action. Clearing his throat, he stood up straight and smiled toward her, eyes shut and smile placed. "Hey welcome to Subway!" As he spoke and continued his greet, he got a paper ready to take her order. "Sorry about the wait, didn't hear the bell ring."Yes, he was blissfully unaware that she had headphones in. Though, as he opened his eyes to await her reply, he realized not only who it was but that she had headphones in. He heaved a sigh and then crossed his arms. "Well, I guess it's only fair."A small smile on his face showed that he thought it was entertaining and hilarious at best. Fate was yet again playing the trick of irony. Why was it he always found these sorts of things in life so funny? Ah yes, that positive attitude of his. ---------------- words. 300+ date. 10/03/12 time. about mid-day. weather. cloudy, breezy, delightful~ setting. Kings Mall Subway, eat fresh! notes. OH, why, you're most welcome. I looooove that song. Woo The Killers! C: |
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Post by gurl01 on Oct 5, 2012 17:04:30 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px, btable]She continued to hum tot he song, sometimes tapping her foot to the beat. However, she stopped humming as soon as she noticed the peppy man stop dancing. She looked at him oddly, and it seemed he was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear him because of the music. She had half a mind to keep him standing there and wait just as he made her wait, but she didn't have the patience for that now. She stood and walked up to the counter, not bothering to hide her frown as she got closer. There had always been something about this peppy young man that irked her. "Do you always dance like a spazz?" She blurted without thinking. Her voice was level, and her tone bored as she turned off the music and slid her headphones back to cradle around her neck and shoulders. "You should take dancing lessons. Though you'd probably look like a retard in a leotard."She wasn't naturally mean, she just didn't know how to filter her thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons why her father always sad she was so reckless and irresponsible. "If you're gonna be away from your post, the least you can do is put up a sign. Will it kill you to make a simple note saying 'Be Back In Five Minutes?" She was scolding him now, she was never a very patient person when it came to people. She never liked interacting with them, probably because she knew that they were just as impatient and fake as she was. She sighed huffily, and crossed her arms. "And what's with that stupid smile huh?" She reached out with both her hands, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together. "Stop it, it's creepy. You look like a pedo that's high off his rocker." ---------- ooc: 0)x(0 fishy face? //shot. words: 300 date: 10/03/12 time: about mid-day. place: Mall, Subway. |
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Post by carter on Oct 8, 2012 8:27:26 GMT -8
and i've been doing just fine. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=style, width:400px; margin-top: -20px; padding:20px; background-color:#393B41; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-top-right radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px, bTable] When it was brought to his attention that he not only couldn't dance well, that he would look bad in a leotard, and didn't have a nice smile, the boy had frowned. That was about the time that she had grabbed his cheeks and told him to stop. He wasn't irritated, per-say, it was more like he was ready for her to smile and to get this 'project' over with. Yes, it's true, he tends to label people he tries to befriend 'projects.' He's never asked for their permission to do so and he's never cared for permission to do so. What he had scared for though, is that they respect that they should be his friend. She never seemed to get that vibe from him. Somehow he had seemed to annoy her, and he wasn't sure how. He's just so... fun! And... Nice! Why didn't she like him? It just didn't make logical sense... Oh well, her loss right? He shrugged that out of his mind before smiling -- cheeks held or not -- before closing his eyes as well and turning his head a bit. "Hello Miss Lin."He greeted her as he had tried to do once before, but she hadn't heard. He then flattened the paper in his hands out before heaving a small sigh and turning his head a slight bit at her. "I'm sorry about not having a sign up, I didn't expect to be back there so long. You're right though, I should have some sort of 'Away From Counter' sign of some sort."He didn't place his gloved hand on his own skin, but instead, he pretended to be holding his elbow with one hand and that elbow's hand was pretending to stroke a beard. He couldn't touch his own skin or he'd have to get new gloves; it would defeat the purpose of the gloves otherwise. He then smiled at her and patted the counter. "But! I'm here now, so what can I get you?"Yes, he was just going to ignore her comment about his dancing. That actually offended him. While some dance as a profession, he's always believed that dancing should be for everybody no matter how bad they are. ---------------- words. 300+ date. 10/03/12 time. about mid-day. weather. cloudy, breezy, delightful~ setting. Kings Mall Subway, eat fresh! notes. (」゜ロ゜)」GOLDFIIIISH. |
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