Post by RORY ALLEN CIFUENTES on Aug 2, 2012 4:50:07 GMT -5
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The only real complaint Rory had about his job was when people asked questions that required long winded answers. People would want to know how to properly care for one of the more exotic pets and he would have no choice but to go through and explain things in as much detail as they required. People often got incredibly frustrated when they were forced to listen to him, asking him to repeat things constantly. They grew frustrated of his stutter completely neglecting to consider how frustrating it must be for him. It wasn’t like he had much control. There were his breathing exercises that helped but didn’t get rid of the stutter completely. As a result of the complaints he received Rory had opted for putting a strip of tape on the bottom half of his nametag and in Sharpie it read, “I have a stutter so please bear with me.” So far his negative experiences had dwindled to a bearable level. It wasn’t so hard on him any more. It wasn’t as stressful when he had to talk to people for extended periods of time. He hadn’t wanted the job in the first place but his parents thought it would be “good for him” and had called in a favor to get him hired. Rory had grown to live it though. When he had very little to do he could go take out a lizard or a snake and play with it for a while. It was to get them used to being handled so it was less stressful on the future owners.
Which was what he was doing right now, cradling a baby skink in his arm while he dropped crickets into the tank of a bearded dragon. Keeping on top of feeding schedules wasn’t as easy a task as people might assume. Not everyone remembered to mark down that they fed one of the many animals so often they’d end up getting overfed. Working at a pet store was a lot harder than people thought it would be. It wasn’t just playing with puppies and bunny rabbits, it was monitoring the heating lamps and food schedules and the water and making sure they stayed healthy and didn’t get sick. It was making sure they were being sold to people who would take care of them. Helping to keep dozens of little creatures happy and healthy and very much alive. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all that difficult either. He had already had most of the pets that the store sold. He’d already developed first hand experience on how to care for most of them so it was less to try memorize. It was nice. He enjoyed it, especially when his brother or a friend stopped by.
Certainly one of those Speak of the Devil moments; just as Rory closed the lid on the bearded dragon’s tank and made sure the lid of the crickets was sealed Rory turned to see Lolita approaching. He vaguely remembered that she got a kitten recently, so either she was there to get something for her kitty or there to say hi. Either way he wasn’t going to protest and placed the skink back in the tank he belonged to, washed his hands, and then went to greet Lolita. He had always been so thankful that she went by a nickname, because her real name was a difficult one for him to say. Not only did it have an R in it but he also struggled with D’s, so it was cruel to both of his speech impediments. Lolita, on the other hand, was an easy task to tackle. “Lolita!”
Which was what he was doing right now, cradling a baby skink in his arm while he dropped crickets into the tank of a bearded dragon. Keeping on top of feeding schedules wasn’t as easy a task as people might assume. Not everyone remembered to mark down that they fed one of the many animals so often they’d end up getting overfed. Working at a pet store was a lot harder than people thought it would be. It wasn’t just playing with puppies and bunny rabbits, it was monitoring the heating lamps and food schedules and the water and making sure they stayed healthy and didn’t get sick. It was making sure they were being sold to people who would take care of them. Helping to keep dozens of little creatures happy and healthy and very much alive. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all that difficult either. He had already had most of the pets that the store sold. He’d already developed first hand experience on how to care for most of them so it was less to try memorize. It was nice. He enjoyed it, especially when his brother or a friend stopped by.
Certainly one of those Speak of the Devil moments; just as Rory closed the lid on the bearded dragon’s tank and made sure the lid of the crickets was sealed Rory turned to see Lolita approaching. He vaguely remembered that she got a kitten recently, so either she was there to get something for her kitty or there to say hi. Either way he wasn’t going to protest and placed the skink back in the tank he belonged to, washed his hands, and then went to greet Lolita. He had always been so thankful that she went by a nickname, because her real name was a difficult one for him to say. Not only did it have an R in it but he also struggled with D’s, so it was cruel to both of his speech impediments. Lolita, on the other hand, was an easy task to tackle. “Lolita!”
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dodi/lolita; 635; wearing a work uniform; tada
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