Post by Inora Theos on Jul 3, 2008 23:52:42 GMT -5
Inora walked into the site of her weekly torture, the Hammacher Schlemmer store on East 57th Street. She was dressed in long flowing black pants that hugged her thighs and then flared out around her calves. Her torso was covered in a baby blue halter top that tied together in three places in the back. Her blonde curls were half up, held that way by a black barrette and her feet and legs were encased in black leather boots with four inch heels. She had even forced herself, as always, to wear a small amount of make-up, mostly consisting of eyeliner, mascara, and very light blue eyeshadow.
She pushed through the heavy front doors and waved hello to her manager, letting the older woman know she was there and ready to start her torture session. She had been hired three years ago as a cashier and had moved her way up to personal shopper when she had helped a very influential customer. So she was here, as she was everyday, right on time. And dressed, as her manager had informed her she must be from now on, to impress.
She looked around at the various items the shop had in stock, it was all incredibly futuristic, and seemingly useless. Mostly the shop was for gag gifts, high tech gag gifts. But some of the products they had could be fun to own, like the palm sized DVD player or the over-sized outdoor chess set. Although, for the second one she would need a yard, which was hard to find in New York City. She stepped further into the store and saw that someone had knocked over one of their pyramids of product boxes. She technically wasn't supposed to be stocking shelves but Inora couldn't stand for the store to be in such a condition. She was payed based on commission, so if someone saw the store when it was a mess and left she would loose money, which was not good. She could barely keep up with rent as it was, since she was putting away money to buy a ticket to London to visit Hayaki.
So there she was, in the middle of the store, kneeling down in order to restack the pyramid.
She pushed through the heavy front doors and waved hello to her manager, letting the older woman know she was there and ready to start her torture session. She had been hired three years ago as a cashier and had moved her way up to personal shopper when she had helped a very influential customer. So she was here, as she was everyday, right on time. And dressed, as her manager had informed her she must be from now on, to impress.
She looked around at the various items the shop had in stock, it was all incredibly futuristic, and seemingly useless. Mostly the shop was for gag gifts, high tech gag gifts. But some of the products they had could be fun to own, like the palm sized DVD player or the over-sized outdoor chess set. Although, for the second one she would need a yard, which was hard to find in New York City. She stepped further into the store and saw that someone had knocked over one of their pyramids of product boxes. She technically wasn't supposed to be stocking shelves but Inora couldn't stand for the store to be in such a condition. She was payed based on commission, so if someone saw the store when it was a mess and left she would loose money, which was not good. She could barely keep up with rent as it was, since she was putting away money to buy a ticket to London to visit Hayaki.
So there she was, in the middle of the store, kneeling down in order to restack the pyramid.
