RP: Hectic Is As Hectic Does
Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Caroline Greengrass
Location: Phoenix Press, Oxford
Date: 19 December 1999
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Daphne struggles with exhaustion.
Completion: Complete
If Daphne didn't know better, she would be cursing. Her good breeding and civilized upbringing, however, prevented her from a very indelicate outburst in the midst of Phoenix Press' most hectic holiday season. Her mother was driving her insane and, what was worse, Daphne hadn't had nearly enough time off recently. She was starting to wonder if she was cut out for the workaholic lifestyle. She was ambitious, true, but that didn't mean she had to give up all her fun, did it?
Having her Christmas shopping out of the way, since she'd met up with Blaise on Sunday, Daphne felt a little less stressed, but for once, she really felt that she wanted to be the one buying drinks instead of serving them on Friday night. She let out a heavy sigh and gathered up the parchment in front of her.
"Mother, I need a break. Or I need to get paid," she said, entering her mother's office. "I can't do this anymore. I'm exhausted and I'm not getting work done the way I should be." The circles under her eyes were obvious, even when she covered them with make-up, and she hoped her mother could see that she would not have brought up the issue had it not been weighing on her for some time.
"Come in, Daphne, sit down."
Daphne explained to her mother how much she was learning under her tutelage and how valuable she thought the family business was. Daphne liked management and organizational structure, but she felt that she was too exhausted during the day to do her best and had started getting rude to customers at Rosmerta's pub. She just couldn't do both jobs well and she knew it had come to a point where she would have to choose and, while she loved her apprenticeship, it wasn't earning her any money, so she was afraid that she would have to give it up.
"This has been an invaluable experience, Mother," Daphne said, respectfully. "But I am really too old to be living at home any longer and I think it's time that I start to earn a living wage of my own, whether that be at the Three Broomsticks or somewhere else."
She could see her mother taking in everything she was saying and that she was receptive, even if she didn't completely approve.
"Well, darling, I understand the awkward position this puts you in. However, I have been able to shift some currency and, I was waiting for Christmas to propose it as a gift, but I suppose I'll have to do it now. It is obvious, not only to myself, but also to others here that you have been working hard and that you are a fast learner with lots of ambition, you take after your father there, and we are willing to offer you a salaried position beginning the first of the year. Will you accept?"
Daphne's heart was beating entirely too fast. She had thought she was quitting on her mother, but now she was going to be her right-hand woman. Daphne's life had just turned upside down inside her stomach.
She grinned. "Of course I will, Mother."
Clutching her gathered parchment to her chest, Daphne stood. "I will, of course, have to give Rosmerta notice, but I should be able to finish at the pub early next year. And I, of course, will be staying there for the time being, as well."
Her mother nodded.
"Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off, dear?" she said as Daphne approached the door. "You deserve it."
"Thank you." Daphne said, with a slight bow to her mother.
Her heart lept and Daphne cleaned up her desk, then headed straight to the Three Broomsticks to tell Rosmerta her news.
Location: Phoenix Press, Oxford
Date: 19 December 1999
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Daphne struggles with exhaustion.
Completion: Complete
If Daphne didn't know better, she would be cursing. Her good breeding and civilized upbringing, however, prevented her from a very indelicate outburst in the midst of Phoenix Press' most hectic holiday season. Her mother was driving her insane and, what was worse, Daphne hadn't had nearly enough time off recently. She was starting to wonder if she was cut out for the workaholic lifestyle. She was ambitious, true, but that didn't mean she had to give up all her fun, did it?
Having her Christmas shopping out of the way, since she'd met up with Blaise on Sunday, Daphne felt a little less stressed, but for once, she really felt that she wanted to be the one buying drinks instead of serving them on Friday night. She let out a heavy sigh and gathered up the parchment in front of her.
"Mother, I need a break. Or I need to get paid," she said, entering her mother's office. "I can't do this anymore. I'm exhausted and I'm not getting work done the way I should be." The circles under her eyes were obvious, even when she covered them with make-up, and she hoped her mother could see that she would not have brought up the issue had it not been weighing on her for some time.
"Come in, Daphne, sit down."
Daphne explained to her mother how much she was learning under her tutelage and how valuable she thought the family business was. Daphne liked management and organizational structure, but she felt that she was too exhausted during the day to do her best and had started getting rude to customers at Rosmerta's pub. She just couldn't do both jobs well and she knew it had come to a point where she would have to choose and, while she loved her apprenticeship, it wasn't earning her any money, so she was afraid that she would have to give it up.
"This has been an invaluable experience, Mother," Daphne said, respectfully. "But I am really too old to be living at home any longer and I think it's time that I start to earn a living wage of my own, whether that be at the Three Broomsticks or somewhere else."
She could see her mother taking in everything she was saying and that she was receptive, even if she didn't completely approve.
"Well, darling, I understand the awkward position this puts you in. However, I have been able to shift some currency and, I was waiting for Christmas to propose it as a gift, but I suppose I'll have to do it now. It is obvious, not only to myself, but also to others here that you have been working hard and that you are a fast learner with lots of ambition, you take after your father there, and we are willing to offer you a salaried position beginning the first of the year. Will you accept?"
Daphne's heart was beating entirely too fast. She had thought she was quitting on her mother, but now she was going to be her right-hand woman. Daphne's life had just turned upside down inside her stomach.
She grinned. "Of course I will, Mother."
Clutching her gathered parchment to her chest, Daphne stood. "I will, of course, have to give Rosmerta notice, but I should be able to finish at the pub early next year. And I, of course, will be staying there for the time being, as well."
Her mother nodded.
"Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off, dear?" she said as Daphne approached the door. "You deserve it."
"Thank you." Daphne said, with a slight bow to her mother.
Her heart lept and Daphne cleaned up her desk, then headed straight to the Three Broomsticks to tell Rosmerta her news.