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Post by annika kendall del rosa on May 26, 2012 14:51:03 GMT -5
they had told her that her people skills were rusty. which was a little bit of an understatement if she was telling the truth and she didn't see how making her work with customers was going to improve them at all. wasn't that counterproductive in its own right? wouldn't her callous attitude just scare them away? it made no sense. but she wasn't going to argue with the people who had so happily employed her and stuck her in the back doing inventory and restocking shelves for so long. ea games wasn't the perfect place to work. it didn't pay a lot and for a college student, it really just ate up time. but she enjoyed it. the only good things about her childhood she could remember were about video games and her brother and honestly even if most of those memories were finding out she had stolen from said company more times than she could count, it was still nice to think about.
not that she expected anyone to figure that out. she had been working on it - or working on it as much as someone who was unaware they were stealing things until they'd stolen them could work on their issues. as far as she knew, she hadn't yet stolen from the company since working for it and none of the other places she had worked previous to ea games had known she'd taken anything - she resigned before any of them could figure it out and hidden from ex-co-workers to keep her from saying anything stupid. not that she honestly thought she'd slip up - ani had a talent for lying that some would envy, a mind for conning and deceiving that could come only with practice she hadn't realized she'd had until she'd caught herself in the act. she didn't expect people to believe that, either, if she ever had to stop to explain. it sounded crazy, and she wouldn't blame people for calling her just more of a liar. but that was a fear for people who thought they were going to get caught. and ani wasn't going to get caught.
it wasn't just conceit that was telling her that, either. it was just standard practice. she didn't know how long she'd been doing things like this - walking out of stores with products and being unsure how she'd done it. a lot of it came from brad's extensive knowledge of technology and his horrible word vomit that meant he couldn't keep any knowledge that he had to himself ever. he had explained security systems to her before, which ones were the most intricate and flaws that could afford to be improved upon if companies cared to spend the extra money. that sort of thing. and then there was just the subtle art of walking out like nothing had happened which annika had no problem with seeing as most of the time she didn't know something had happened until bags turned up in her room.
so she wasn't worried. not about that side of her employment anyway. she was worried about customers though being scared off by a harsh personality and inability to have a functional conversation with a smile on her face for more than five minutes. she hoped whoever came in just wanted shit rung up so that they could go home and get started playing video games because if she had to assist someone, especially if that someone was annoying, she could quickly start to see unemployment in her near future. generally, she could manage strangers with a smile without telling them to go fuck themselves. but there was something about working in the small shop that always made people so touchy - even her co-workers. as if people who played video games didn't get to touch often so they touched each other. she didn't know. she just knew that she feared a customer walking through the door and was leaning back against the counter with her back turned to the entrance, trying to steady herself and tell herself she wasn't about to get fired over a customer who hadn't even come in yet.
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