Juane wakes up, her hair twisted and kept in a bun. Small beams of sunlight shine through her curtains.
With an annoyed sigh, the Songaskia removes her sheets and moves towards the side of the bed where she would sit for a good five minutes. "Damn," she curses in Sofaal. This year, she dislikes the idea of Wintertide. Not that the cold bothers her in any way, but all the festivities that come along with it. It all annoys her this year, and not without reason. After debating whether she should go back to bed or get dressed, Juane decides to go with the latter. After spending twenty minutes in the bathroom, the Songaskia goes for breakfast. After that's all and done, she goes for a walk, getting some fresh air.
While wandering through the City, Juane spots a lot of people happily conversing with each other. It irks her, seeing those smiles and hearing those laughs. She decides to quicken her pace, heading for her bar. After ten minutes, she arrives. For a moment, the woman blinks a few times before mumbling and inserting the key into the slot. It unlocks and Juane pushes the door open. "Well, well, well... guess I still have a lot to do," she said, upon inspection. There's dust and spiderwebs on and underneath the chairs and tables. Some candles needed to be replaced and the place could use a bit of cleaning. Rolling her eyes, the Songaskia begins to work.
After a good three hours, Juane sits down in a chair, taking a short break from cleaning. She looks around. It started to look a lot better. She keeps looking around until her eyes fall upon a small pile of papers. With a small frown, Juane stands up and walks towards the papers. Most of them were old notes and lists of orders that were needed for the bar. "Guess I have to sort this as well, huh?" Juane mumbled. "Oh well." She takes the papers back to her resting spot and starts to sort them. She does this for ten minutes until she grabs a solicitation form. "Ah, that 'failure'. But how did it end up here?" Juane reads the paper until she's done, and puts it down. Her thoughts drift off to the old job. Oh, she never forgets that day...
Juane worked at a small restaurant. It was her third week, which means she was still her in her trial period. She didn't earn much, but that didn't matter. People often came back, and she had nice colleagues. At least, that's what she thought.
Sometimes, someone needed to change working shifts or find a replacement for them because of certain circumstances. This was only if you were too late for requesting that particular day off, and since some things suddenly occurred out of the blue, a quick response would be appreciated by the person you send an exchange request to. Juane often quickly responded. There was this one colleague she often replaced because of a 'tight schedule'.
One time, Juane asked this very colleague to replace her for once, because of her mother's birthday. At first, the colleague responded with "Juane would hear from her soon." After a few days of having heard nothing, Juane asked if she could give her a response soon. The colleague said that she would let her know in a few days. Nothing. Around this time, Juane became annoyed with the very lack of responsiveness and she told her colleague that. She hit back with that Juane shouldn't complain so much and that she should take into account that people have other things to do as well. Baffled, Juane said nothing in return and worked on her mother's birthday.
To make matters worse, her colleague became a sort of supervisor. This is where things went downhill between her and Juane. Since Juane called her out for the lack of responsiveness earlier, it's been very obvious that she since then held a grudge against Juane. To get back at her, she basically followed every move of the Songaskia, nitpicking her at nearly everything she could, even going as far as trying to blame her for multiple 'miscalculations' that weren't miscalculated at all, often trying to get the last word. Juane wouldn't let it slide, and the two often argued.
After a few weeks, Juane suddenly got a conversation with her boss. She was fired and had one week left. Furious and confused, Juane asked why. She could've guessed the answer: her colleague, who she's been arguing with for the past weeks, complained during a meeting. "That's a bad image that we can't use here, sorry. She's even tried to help you." Rolling her eyes, Juane could already tell that it was a very one-sided story. Inside her, a fire was raging, but on the outside, she was cold. This wasn't the first time things like this happen. After a few minutes of silence, Juane left the office without a word. She didn't finish her shift and didn't show up for her last week. Her boss tried to contact her, but Juane wouldn't respond.
Sometimes, someone needed to change working shifts or find a replacement for them because of certain circumstances. This was only if you were too late for requesting that particular day off, and since some things suddenly occurred out of the blue, a quick response would be appreciated by the person you send an exchange request to. Juane often quickly responded. There was this one colleague she often replaced because of a 'tight schedule'.
One time, Juane asked this very colleague to replace her for once, because of her mother's birthday. At first, the colleague responded with "Juane would hear from her soon." After a few days of having heard nothing, Juane asked if she could give her a response soon. The colleague said that she would let her know in a few days. Nothing. Around this time, Juane became annoyed with the very lack of responsiveness and she told her colleague that. She hit back with that Juane shouldn't complain so much and that she should take into account that people have other things to do as well. Baffled, Juane said nothing in return and worked on her mother's birthday.
To make matters worse, her colleague became a sort of supervisor. This is where things went downhill between her and Juane. Since Juane called her out for the lack of responsiveness earlier, it's been very obvious that she since then held a grudge against Juane. To get back at her, she basically followed every move of the Songaskia, nitpicking her at nearly everything she could, even going as far as trying to blame her for multiple 'miscalculations' that weren't miscalculated at all, often trying to get the last word. Juane wouldn't let it slide, and the two often argued.
After a few weeks, Juane suddenly got a conversation with her boss. She was fired and had one week left. Furious and confused, Juane asked why. She could've guessed the answer: her colleague, who she's been arguing with for the past weeks, complained during a meeting. "That's a bad image that we can't use here, sorry. She's even tried to help you." Rolling her eyes, Juane could already tell that it was a very one-sided story. Inside her, a fire was raging, but on the outside, she was cold. This wasn't the first time things like this happen. After a few minutes of silence, Juane left the office without a word. She didn't finish her shift and didn't show up for her last week. Her boss tried to contact her, but Juane wouldn't respond.
Even now, she still feels the rage inside her, since it happened not too long ago. That's why she dislikes Wintertide this year. Not being listened to and that feeling of loneliness is what hurts. Sighing, she puts the solicitation form down. "Tch tch. Bunch of snakes, all of them. Whatever, I don't need them," the Songaskia said, before ripping up the paper. She then continues to sort out the papers until they're accurately sorted, and she puts them in a box. After that, Juane sights and looks around. She has come pretty far, but it's still not done. Then, a smile appears on her face. The idea of her bar reopening, to actually go for it this time, is comforting. She is her own boss, and no one is gonna tell her otherwise. The woman decides to put up some music before continuing with the process. This time, she actually enjoys it.
For Juane, this is much better than the whole Wintertide crap.
Much better.
