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Post by AMELIA QUINN on Nov 4, 2009 17:25:03 GMT -6
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Everything seemed to be in order. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Amelia walked swiftly to the front desk. Her stylishly clean cut yet severe outfit parted the usual crowd of lingering tourists and residents alike. The people who call themselves her coworkers had long since gotten used to her maddeningly aggressive pace and knew better than to get in her way.
She was well-liked, well-respected, and quite happy in her workplace. She belonged here and it was when she was working that she felt her best. As soon as she stepped one foot into the lobby of Winsor Hotel she could feel an immeasurable weight being lifted off her shoulders. Sure, she may not have the best job out there, but she was happy. She was a workaholic and she wasn't afraid to admit it.
With coffee in one hand and her purse in the other, Amelia continued walking. She smiled and stopped to chat with a few colleagues who were friendly enough to talk to her before moving on. She was a punctual and efficient woman. If she wasn't, she would still be working at the local grocery store. In a place like this, it was nothing short of good luck and hard work for her to land a job at the hotel.
Her spiked heels clicked along the polished floor and if it was any other time of the day, the hotel lobby would've echoed with each step she took. The conversation humming around her managed to muffle her steps. Finally, after shuffling through a few crowds she managed to get to her place at the front desk. Perhaps everything wasn't truly in order as she had thought earlier. Oddly, the place behind the desk was empty. Narrowing her eyes for a split second, Amelia vowed that someone was going to catch hell for this mistake. She then promptly turned around, pasted a bright smile on her face, and peered into the nearest guest. "Good morning, sir, I am Amelia and how may I help you this morning?"
When the jumble of guests were finally dealt with, Amelia let out a sigh. The person who was supposed to be at the desk still hadn't returned and a good thirty minutes had elapsed. Growling lowly in agitation, Amelia waited.
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Post by CARMEN RHODES on Nov 5, 2009 2:00:20 GMT -6
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She wasn’t dreading the customers that were waiting for her. Oh no, she was dreading her co-worker for the morning, Amelia Quinn. Carmen had always been slightly intimidated by her boss. She took her job very seriously, sometimes too much so. In comparison, Carmen seemed like a complete slack off, something that, although she wasn’t too enthusiastic about her job, made her feel a bit of disappointment. Nevertheless, she had made friends with Amelia, rather than getting into a pointless competition or argument over nothing.
Carmen sped out of the gym and towards the lobby, and although showing up at work in her sports gear, late of all things, was not the smartest of things, she didn’t think to change. She was seriously hoping that Amelia would be late, though it was a little far-fetched. Unlike herself, the head desk clerk had the cleanest slate Carmen had ever seen. Not once had she been tardy, disrespectful or had ever gone against the rules in anyway. It was frightening, really.
Even from the other side of the lobby, Carmen could tell that it was Amelia sitting at the front desk, and most of all, it wasn’t a happy looking Amelia. “Dammit!” she cursed as she made her way for her post, hesitantly. “Good morning, Amelia,” Carmen greeted as cheerily as she could, and bright smile plastered to her lips. “And how are you this fine morning?” She was probably over-doing it in the nice department, but she hoped that a lame attempt such as this would avoid her being scolded…again.
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Post by AMELIA QUINN on Nov 5, 2009 8:18:04 GMT -6
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A mirthless smile crossed her lips as she beheld the sight of her sheepishly late employee. Sometimes, she wondered how Carmen managed to secure this position for so long. She wasn't the model employee and to be honest she never will be. It was probably because of her friendly persona. Even she had to admit that Carmen was a bright ray of sunshine - a blindingly bright ray of sunshine. Usually, she tolerated Carmen rather well, but she was late and not for the first time this week.
Despite an innate urge to rip into the other woman, Amelia raised a brow and asked, "Another jaunt to the gym, am I right, Carmen?" Although she didn't like Carmen all that much she had tried to get to know the woman first before deciding. Amelia wasn't one to hate just by mere appearances. Sighing inwardly, Amelia began her weekly lecture to her errant employee. She was surprised that Carmen didn't start reciting the lecture on her own, so often has she been the recipient of said lecture. "You do know how cranky the guests get when they aren't able to check-in, Carmen."
Taking another sip of her coffee - her second cup for the day - Amelia easily slid her gaze over Carmen, wondering how she managed to get this job in the first place. She liked to please, she liked to flirt, she was efficient enough but she also had a penchant for tardiness. One would think that she would've fired the girl a long time ago if she disliked her so much, but Amelia was also a woman of routine. Over the past couple of years she had gotten used to Carmen. Although Carmen didn't know it, Amelia wouldn't fire her. Not yet anyways.
"You'll have to make up for it. Your break for today will be shorter by half an hour then. I'm sure Harley will appreciate extra time off." Amelia stated coolly. Carmen should be used to this, Harley had been taking so many of her breaks he was practically being paid to enjoy the gym and swimming pool here at the hotel.
The phone rang, and Amelia answered, turning her back on her employee lest she spark some other kind of confrontation. Honestly, she wasn't looking for a fight, but some people just rub her the wrong way. It was so hard being the boss.
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