Post by GEORGIANA HAWKINS on Sept 12, 2013 21:10:11 GMT -5
There were slow days, and then there were days that Georgiana wished she could teleport from place to place instead of having to walk or bike. She loved her job though: Cuppycakes Delivery Girl. She prided herself with the task of getting the tasty cupcakes from the store to wherever they needed to be -or, well, to whichever table the people had ordered them from. It was important to her, and plus, she was able to get some cash on the side. She didn't really spend on anything; she put the money into a savings account she opened -she may or may not have taken some of her mother's information, since she wasn't too sure if she was old enough to have an account on her own- so that she could possibly go to college someday. She certainly wasn't going to be getting anything from her mother or grandparents, and she felt bad asking for money from her aunt, so... she was going to try to do it herself.
She strived to be like the owner of Cuppycakes; Georgiana wanted to be a cook or baker of some sort so that others would finally recognize her. It was a somewhat sad dream, for while she enjoyed cooking and baking, it was more fueled by the desire to be noticed for once rather than it being fully genuine. Perhaps this would change over time, but for now... she followed this path. It wasn't like it was entirely unenjoyable; she loved her job, and was happy she managed to get one being so young.
So, there she was now; at the store, that is. She hadn't had any orders come in yet, so she was sitting on one of the chairs. She swung her legs back and forth since she was short and thus did not reach the ground as she watched the door boredly. She was never a big fan of waiting, but... she knew she had to. So she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And wai- seriously, when was someone going to step through the door?!
Maybe patience was something Georgiana needed to work on.
She strived to be like the owner of Cuppycakes; Georgiana wanted to be a cook or baker of some sort so that others would finally recognize her. It was a somewhat sad dream, for while she enjoyed cooking and baking, it was more fueled by the desire to be noticed for once rather than it being fully genuine. Perhaps this would change over time, but for now... she followed this path. It wasn't like it was entirely unenjoyable; she loved her job, and was happy she managed to get one being so young.
So, there she was now; at the store, that is. She hadn't had any orders come in yet, so she was sitting on one of the chairs. She swung her legs back and forth since she was short and thus did not reach the ground as she watched the door boredly. She was never a big fan of waiting, but... she knew she had to. So she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And wai- seriously, when was someone going to step through the door?!
Maybe patience was something Georgiana needed to work on.
