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xp_logsOn Wednesday afternoon (before this post) Adrienne meets with Cammie to discuss her employment. And nudity.
Listening to baseball commentary on the radio, Adrienne let out a whoop as one of the United States players drove in a run against the Blue Jays. "Take that, Kane!" she crowed to the radio, then jumped guiltily as she heard footfalls entering her classroom.
“I’m a Cubs fan,” Cammie said from the doorway, “Is that going to be a problem?”
"Only when they play the Red Sox," Adrienne grinned. "C'mon in, have a seat." She turned the volume on the radio down, but not off, and gestured to the chair she'd moved across from her desk. A few sheets of paper were resting on the top of her desk, now she passed them across to the green-haired girl. "Banking information forms, so we can direct deposit your pay."
“I have a bank account?” Cammie returned, taking the seat and looking at the paperwork. This was all new.
Adrienne raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no. Those are for you to enter your bank account information- your account number, transit number, the location of the branch- so that we can wire the money into your account automatically." It had been years since she had personally dealt with an employee who didn't have a bank account, but it wasn't the first time. Many of her models came from other countries and had no American banking information- sometimes even no Social Insurance number- before being hired. "If you don't have a bank account I can arrange for you to open an account at the bank the company uses. It's not a difficult process, just a quick meeting with some lower-level bank employee." She scribbled down a note for herself on a legal pad at her elbow, then passed Cammie more forms. "The terms of employment for the shop; rules about things like dress code, employee perks, hours, wages, breaks, things that can get you horsewhipped if you say them to a customer..."
“So, swearing is out of the question, I take it?” Cammie asked, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into. She’d have to open a bank account, she assumed she had some little savings account sitting in a Vermont bank she wasn’t going to touch. As for dress code, she could fake whatever, she supposed, as long as she could wear her boots and didn’t have to dye her hair brown or something. Or wear gloves. She did it off and on, but she really did hate having to keep her arm covered all the time. But if you didn’t keep it covered people asked too many questions.
"Swearing at customers? Yes, out of the question. Swearing about customers while in the back room or hiding in a changing room after the customers have left? Perfectly acceptable." It was human nature, after all. Adrienne recognized that. "Some highlights on there, since many people don't actually read it," she admitted; "for dress code, usually employees wear one item from the shop, whether it's a shirt or trousers or a skirt, and you can pick out two at no cost your first day. All other merchandise is discounted for employees at ten percent above cost. The only stipulation in attire is no inappropriate holes since I don't want any lawsuits on my hands for indecent exposure. Employees are scheduled for eight hour shifts though you can arrange to split shifts with others to work half shifts instead. Eight hour shifts constitute an hour and a half worth of breaks per shift to be taken at various times throughout the day, which can be worked out with your shift supervisor. Occasionally, depending on the shift, the supervisor may let you forego your breaks and leave early." If she sounded like she was quoting from the terms of employment, it was because she'd just read it five minutes before Cammie had walked in. Usually the HR director handled these sorts of things.
“So my bandages, go or no go?” would people have to bask in the glory of green skinned arm of death? Part of her hoped so. Another part of her said no way in hell. She could deal with cheap clothes. You could make anything punk if you toyed with it enough. It was all about accessories.
"Whichever you want, so long as not wearing them doesn't constitute a safety hazard for anyone," Adrienne stipulated. "If it's not a safety hazard, I don't care what your arm looks like, and the customers can get over themselves and go to the damned Gap if they have a problem with it."
“It’s a little safer, so I’ll leave them on. I also have to admit, it curbs the urge to punch people who stare,” Cammie said. “There’s only so many times I can seriously tell someone I have gangrene.”
Adrienne blanched slightly. "I believe 'no punching the customers' may be one of our only hard and fast rules," she stated in a level tone, trying not to convey any of her thoughts out loud. Wouldn't the HR director love it if Cammie punched someone? With all the bullying and threatening Adrienne had done to the man to get him to approve Cammie's employment, some serious 'I-told-you-soing' would undoubtedly happen. The background check had made Campbell refuse outright, but Adrienne had managed to convince the director to reconsider, after many long and arduous conversations. He'd been with her since she'd started the modeling agency, and Adrienne respected him completely, but for some reason she couldn't articulate she wanted to give Cammie the chance to prove herself, and had even gone so far as to threaten to replace Campbell and promote his archrival in the department to his position. He had finally relented, under the stipulation that at the first instance of trouble Cammie would be gone, and Campbell would have lifelong gloating rights. Adrienne really didn't want that to happen. "Customers can be assholes a lot of the time," she added, attempting a half-smile, "but urges to punch them need to stay urges and not translate into actuality, alright?"
“Yeah, I figured,” Cammie said. “I’ll just punch people who aren’t customers. At times when I’m not working. Or work it out on the bags in the gym. I’m sure they’re there for a reason. At least that’s what I’ve been using them for,” she said. And she was going out with Lil tonight. So that would help. “People want to buy clothes, I’ll sell them clothes. Better than having them walk around naked.”
Adrienne smiled at that last comment, feeling her colour returning. "Yes, most of them should not be walking around naked. And the ones that should, I expect you to be my spy and find out names and addresses for me so I can stalk them later."
“Nudism is generally outlawed in this country. Which is a shame, because I’ve always wanted to go to a naked beach,” Cammie said with a grin. “And hey, pay me enough and I’ll even take out their boyfriends for you. It’ll be fun.” The last was a joke and she was grinning widely. “But… yeah… I’ll give it a go. I mean… a normal job could be a good thing, right?”
"It is a shame, but like I said, most people should not be walking around naked anyway. What made you think I wanted women instead of men?" the psychometrist inquired in response to Cammie's offer to take out boys.
“Lil said you play for the home team,” Cammie said with a shrug. “Besides, most guys are too eager to walk around naked. Especially when they shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I like guys, but if the world was just them walking around bearing it all, I think I’d have to spoon out my eyes.”
Rolling her eyes, Adrienne shook her head. "Lil should learn how to take a joke. I enjoy messing with her because she gets uncomfortable about the subject. I don't play for either team. I'm a nun," she explained, then fell silent to think over Cammie's statement about men walking around bearing it all. "I suppose if men walked around naked all the time the novelty would wear off for most people."
“Whatever you say, Sister Boss,” Cammie said with a shrug. “Heh, Lil could be fun to mess with, so I can see that. And yeah, face it, how many guys we want to see would walk around naked? It’d be all fat computer geeks.”
"She is fun to mess with when she's not going all scary anger management problems on you," the brunette pointed out wryly. Okay, so maybe she had been avoiding the blonde a little since hearing that she'd torn up her room. "And yes, it would be extremely terrifying to have to stare at nude computer geeks. So when do you want to start work?"
“I understand the urge to beat things,” Cammie said simply. “Lil is… well, if I had friends, I guess she’d be one,” Cammie said with a shrug. “And maybe in a week or two? Just so I can get myself ready for the idea of being a clothing slave. …and I need to figure out how to get back and forth without stealing Scott’s bike. But if you say it’s okay, I’ll totally steal Scott’s bike.”
Adrienne ignored the comments about Lil. She enjoyed the woman's company, and knew she had to face her issues with people with anger management issues, but wasn't in the mindframe to do so presently. Maybe after she got back from her vacation she would be energized enough to tackle Lil. Though not literally, of course. "I'll have you put on the next schedule- they are posted semi-monthly. And I completely say it's okay to steal Deputy Downer's bike, as long as you don't crash it and try to pin the repairs on me."
“Then I have transportation,” Cammie said, grinning evilly. “Just.. let me know when I start, I guess. So I can balance it out with the gophering at the Boat House.”
"Shifts are fairly flexible at the shop given enough notice, I believe," Adrienne pointed out. "They are usually fairly regular shifts, from what I can recall, hopefully it won't be too much of a headache to divide your time between the shop and Nathan's. Of course, I will fight him over your shifts if I have to," she teased.
“It’s not like I have anything else to do. And if it comes down to that I sell tickets and take bets,” Cammie said happily.
Listening to baseball commentary on the radio, Adrienne let out a whoop as one of the United States players drove in a run against the Blue Jays. "Take that, Kane!" she crowed to the radio, then jumped guiltily as she heard footfalls entering her classroom.
“I’m a Cubs fan,” Cammie said from the doorway, “Is that going to be a problem?”
"Only when they play the Red Sox," Adrienne grinned. "C'mon in, have a seat." She turned the volume on the radio down, but not off, and gestured to the chair she'd moved across from her desk. A few sheets of paper were resting on the top of her desk, now she passed them across to the green-haired girl. "Banking information forms, so we can direct deposit your pay."
“I have a bank account?” Cammie returned, taking the seat and looking at the paperwork. This was all new.
Adrienne raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no. Those are for you to enter your bank account information- your account number, transit number, the location of the branch- so that we can wire the money into your account automatically." It had been years since she had personally dealt with an employee who didn't have a bank account, but it wasn't the first time. Many of her models came from other countries and had no American banking information- sometimes even no Social Insurance number- before being hired. "If you don't have a bank account I can arrange for you to open an account at the bank the company uses. It's not a difficult process, just a quick meeting with some lower-level bank employee." She scribbled down a note for herself on a legal pad at her elbow, then passed Cammie more forms. "The terms of employment for the shop; rules about things like dress code, employee perks, hours, wages, breaks, things that can get you horsewhipped if you say them to a customer..."
“So, swearing is out of the question, I take it?” Cammie asked, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into. She’d have to open a bank account, she assumed she had some little savings account sitting in a Vermont bank she wasn’t going to touch. As for dress code, she could fake whatever, she supposed, as long as she could wear her boots and didn’t have to dye her hair brown or something. Or wear gloves. She did it off and on, but she really did hate having to keep her arm covered all the time. But if you didn’t keep it covered people asked too many questions.
"Swearing at customers? Yes, out of the question. Swearing about customers while in the back room or hiding in a changing room after the customers have left? Perfectly acceptable." It was human nature, after all. Adrienne recognized that. "Some highlights on there, since many people don't actually read it," she admitted; "for dress code, usually employees wear one item from the shop, whether it's a shirt or trousers or a skirt, and you can pick out two at no cost your first day. All other merchandise is discounted for employees at ten percent above cost. The only stipulation in attire is no inappropriate holes since I don't want any lawsuits on my hands for indecent exposure. Employees are scheduled for eight hour shifts though you can arrange to split shifts with others to work half shifts instead. Eight hour shifts constitute an hour and a half worth of breaks per shift to be taken at various times throughout the day, which can be worked out with your shift supervisor. Occasionally, depending on the shift, the supervisor may let you forego your breaks and leave early." If she sounded like she was quoting from the terms of employment, it was because she'd just read it five minutes before Cammie had walked in. Usually the HR director handled these sorts of things.
“So my bandages, go or no go?” would people have to bask in the glory of green skinned arm of death? Part of her hoped so. Another part of her said no way in hell. She could deal with cheap clothes. You could make anything punk if you toyed with it enough. It was all about accessories.
"Whichever you want, so long as not wearing them doesn't constitute a safety hazard for anyone," Adrienne stipulated. "If it's not a safety hazard, I don't care what your arm looks like, and the customers can get over themselves and go to the damned Gap if they have a problem with it."
“It’s a little safer, so I’ll leave them on. I also have to admit, it curbs the urge to punch people who stare,” Cammie said. “There’s only so many times I can seriously tell someone I have gangrene.”
Adrienne blanched slightly. "I believe 'no punching the customers' may be one of our only hard and fast rules," she stated in a level tone, trying not to convey any of her thoughts out loud. Wouldn't the HR director love it if Cammie punched someone? With all the bullying and threatening Adrienne had done to the man to get him to approve Cammie's employment, some serious 'I-told-you-soing' would undoubtedly happen. The background check had made Campbell refuse outright, but Adrienne had managed to convince the director to reconsider, after many long and arduous conversations. He'd been with her since she'd started the modeling agency, and Adrienne respected him completely, but for some reason she couldn't articulate she wanted to give Cammie the chance to prove herself, and had even gone so far as to threaten to replace Campbell and promote his archrival in the department to his position. He had finally relented, under the stipulation that at the first instance of trouble Cammie would be gone, and Campbell would have lifelong gloating rights. Adrienne really didn't want that to happen. "Customers can be assholes a lot of the time," she added, attempting a half-smile, "but urges to punch them need to stay urges and not translate into actuality, alright?"
“Yeah, I figured,” Cammie said. “I’ll just punch people who aren’t customers. At times when I’m not working. Or work it out on the bags in the gym. I’m sure they’re there for a reason. At least that’s what I’ve been using them for,” she said. And she was going out with Lil tonight. So that would help. “People want to buy clothes, I’ll sell them clothes. Better than having them walk around naked.”
Adrienne smiled at that last comment, feeling her colour returning. "Yes, most of them should not be walking around naked. And the ones that should, I expect you to be my spy and find out names and addresses for me so I can stalk them later."
“Nudism is generally outlawed in this country. Which is a shame, because I’ve always wanted to go to a naked beach,” Cammie said with a grin. “And hey, pay me enough and I’ll even take out their boyfriends for you. It’ll be fun.” The last was a joke and she was grinning widely. “But… yeah… I’ll give it a go. I mean… a normal job could be a good thing, right?”
"It is a shame, but like I said, most people should not be walking around naked anyway. What made you think I wanted women instead of men?" the psychometrist inquired in response to Cammie's offer to take out boys.
“Lil said you play for the home team,” Cammie said with a shrug. “Besides, most guys are too eager to walk around naked. Especially when they shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I like guys, but if the world was just them walking around bearing it all, I think I’d have to spoon out my eyes.”
Rolling her eyes, Adrienne shook her head. "Lil should learn how to take a joke. I enjoy messing with her because she gets uncomfortable about the subject. I don't play for either team. I'm a nun," she explained, then fell silent to think over Cammie's statement about men walking around bearing it all. "I suppose if men walked around naked all the time the novelty would wear off for most people."
“Whatever you say, Sister Boss,” Cammie said with a shrug. “Heh, Lil could be fun to mess with, so I can see that. And yeah, face it, how many guys we want to see would walk around naked? It’d be all fat computer geeks.”
"She is fun to mess with when she's not going all scary anger management problems on you," the brunette pointed out wryly. Okay, so maybe she had been avoiding the blonde a little since hearing that she'd torn up her room. "And yes, it would be extremely terrifying to have to stare at nude computer geeks. So when do you want to start work?"
“I understand the urge to beat things,” Cammie said simply. “Lil is… well, if I had friends, I guess she’d be one,” Cammie said with a shrug. “And maybe in a week or two? Just so I can get myself ready for the idea of being a clothing slave. …and I need to figure out how to get back and forth without stealing Scott’s bike. But if you say it’s okay, I’ll totally steal Scott’s bike.”
Adrienne ignored the comments about Lil. She enjoyed the woman's company, and knew she had to face her issues with people with anger management issues, but wasn't in the mindframe to do so presently. Maybe after she got back from her vacation she would be energized enough to tackle Lil. Though not literally, of course. "I'll have you put on the next schedule- they are posted semi-monthly. And I completely say it's okay to steal Deputy Downer's bike, as long as you don't crash it and try to pin the repairs on me."
“Then I have transportation,” Cammie said, grinning evilly. “Just.. let me know when I start, I guess. So I can balance it out with the gophering at the Boat House.”
"Shifts are fairly flexible at the shop given enough notice, I believe," Adrienne pointed out. "They are usually fairly regular shifts, from what I can recall, hopefully it won't be too much of a headache to divide your time between the shop and Nathan's. Of course, I will fight him over your shifts if I have to," she teased.
“It’s not like I have anything else to do. And if it comes down to that I sell tickets and take bets,” Cammie said happily.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:22 am (UTC)