Jules noticed his eyes flicked behind her, and she took a small step to the side like it would do anything to block his view of the mess. “That is an ongoing project,” she said, before puffing out her cheeks. She released the air in the form of blowing her bangs away from her forehead. Jules didn’t know why she felt the need to explain herself to him. Didn’t want him to be put off by her lackluster organizational skills. She was a very good dog groomer, she was not a good secretary.
She kept smiling, and it wasn’t as uniform or cold as a customer service smile. It was genuine; approachable and a little lopsided. “It’s nice to meet you,” she chimed, and she sounded like she meant it. Just too damn nice for her own good and quite the people person. Though her prattling had been more brief than usual it was easy for her to pick up that her new client wasn’t the chatting type.
The tags on Odin’s collar jingled together and she glanced down at them. “Did you train him yourself?” she asked as she continued scratching his scruff with one hand and turned the tags over with the other. Veteran’s Service Dog. No vest and she was allowed to pet him. Likely emotional support and not physical disability.
Which explained more than it should about his social skills.
She looked up from the computer, fingers hovering over the keys as he reaffirmed her need for help. Mostly, she was surprised that he’d been at all interested in the offer. She had sort of just thrown it out there on a whim, having just decided to seek assistance that morning. More accurately, Sairus had stopped her in the D-Block Kennel and informed her ‘you need to hire someone.’
“Yes,” she said with a sharp nod. “Which, I am positive you have noticed,” she continued, somewhat quiet and embarrassed as she once again referenced the paperwork counter and stared at the compute instead of him. She pulled his paperwork closer and just as she opened her mouth to quickly make- p some qualifications for the job, she noticed a blonde man bun bobbing passed the window.
“Give me just one second,” she said apologetically, pushing her way out of the counter and running to the back door, calling Sai’s name on repeat until he stopped and backtracked her her. He very easily looked over her head to the man and the German Shepherd standing at the counter, but didn't say anything about it. He then looked down at her, raising both brows to ask what she wanted.
“When you start dinner, A-Block Kennels need to be fed first, and Saber has an allergy to gluten.”
Brows furrowed. “Why does A-Block need to be fed first?”
“Because I fed them first this morning.”
“They got fed last last night.”
Jules threw up her hands. “This is why we need a chart,” she huffed in what was clearly a repeated argument. Her arms fell limply to her sides.
“This is why you need to hire someone,” he emphasized and she glared at him. Not bothering to explain she was attempting to do just that. “Then you can make all the charts you want.”
She looked like a very petulant child. She looked as if she wanted to stomp her feet and whine about how hard it was. Instead she just said, “when you get to C-Block let Blue out and send her here.”
Sai walked off shaking his head and Jules moved back to where she’d left Owen and Odin. “Super sorry about that,” she said, leaning against the front of the counter, nearer to them instead of placing herself behind it.
She rubbed a hand over her face in thought. “My qualifications are to be a person who is... alive,” she said from behind her hand with a exasperated chuckle. She pushed her hand through her hair, before dropping it and fixing her gaze on Owen. “Are you sure you want to work here? It would be mostly manual labor,” she explained. “Cleaning kennels, yard work, lifting heavy things I don’t want to lift. But you can pretty much make your owns hours, and I can pay you fairly decently. They’d pay more at the Parks Department, though.”
She kept smiling, and it wasn’t as uniform or cold as a customer service smile. It was genuine; approachable and a little lopsided. “It’s nice to meet you,” she chimed, and she sounded like she meant it. Just too damn nice for her own good and quite the people person. Though her prattling had been more brief than usual it was easy for her to pick up that her new client wasn’t the chatting type.
The tags on Odin’s collar jingled together and she glanced down at them. “Did you train him yourself?” she asked as she continued scratching his scruff with one hand and turned the tags over with the other. Veteran’s Service Dog. No vest and she was allowed to pet him. Likely emotional support and not physical disability.
Which explained more than it should about his social skills.
She looked up from the computer, fingers hovering over the keys as he reaffirmed her need for help. Mostly, she was surprised that he’d been at all interested in the offer. She had sort of just thrown it out there on a whim, having just decided to seek assistance that morning. More accurately, Sairus had stopped her in the D-Block Kennel and informed her ‘you need to hire someone.’
“Yes,” she said with a sharp nod. “Which, I am positive you have noticed,” she continued, somewhat quiet and embarrassed as she once again referenced the paperwork counter and stared at the compute instead of him. She pulled his paperwork closer and just as she opened her mouth to quickly make- p some qualifications for the job, she noticed a blonde man bun bobbing passed the window.
“Give me just one second,” she said apologetically, pushing her way out of the counter and running to the back door, calling Sai’s name on repeat until he stopped and backtracked her her. He very easily looked over her head to the man and the German Shepherd standing at the counter, but didn't say anything about it. He then looked down at her, raising both brows to ask what she wanted.
“When you start dinner, A-Block Kennels need to be fed first, and Saber has an allergy to gluten.”
Brows furrowed. “Why does A-Block need to be fed first?”
“Because I fed them first this morning.”
“They got fed last last night.”
Jules threw up her hands. “This is why we need a chart,” she huffed in what was clearly a repeated argument. Her arms fell limply to her sides.
“This is why you need to hire someone,” he emphasized and she glared at him. Not bothering to explain she was attempting to do just that. “Then you can make all the charts you want.”
She looked like a very petulant child. She looked as if she wanted to stomp her feet and whine about how hard it was. Instead she just said, “when you get to C-Block let Blue out and send her here.”
Sai walked off shaking his head and Jules moved back to where she’d left Owen and Odin. “Super sorry about that,” she said, leaning against the front of the counter, nearer to them instead of placing herself behind it.
She rubbed a hand over her face in thought. “My qualifications are to be a person who is... alive,” she said from behind her hand with a exasperated chuckle. She pushed her hand through her hair, before dropping it and fixing her gaze on Owen. “Are you sure you want to work here? It would be mostly manual labor,” she explained. “Cleaning kennels, yard work, lifting heavy things I don’t want to lift. But you can pretty much make your owns hours, and I can pay you fairly decently. They’d pay more at the Parks Department, though.”
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