FRIENDS NEVAR SAAAAY GOODBYEEEEEEEEEEE
Who: The Boss and the Taxman
When: January 3rd (mildly back-logged)
Where: Theatricality
What: Raivis has officially finished his tenure at the shop and a teary(?) goodbye ensues.
Everything was organised now. Receipts, orders, customer requests, stock... Everything. It was all just paper and it was now in a filing cabinet behind the small desk at the front of his shop. And he could slide it open and check shit. This whole this was really fuckin' weird but Gilbert couldn't really care because now he was organised and was quickly realising just how many costumes he was missing and should probably start on...
Meh, later.
Closing the middle drawer, he dusted off his hands as if he had just spent nearly two painstaking months of working through his own messed up and nearly non-existent records and made them into one of the most clean and simple systems in Liberty. He practically had done it, he had bullied hired the tiny Latvian for the work.
And he blinked at that tiny Latvian and carefully slid over his desk, frowning.
"So... We're done then?"
When: January 3rd (mildly back-logged)
Where: Theatricality
What: Raivis has officially finished his tenure at the shop and a teary(?) goodbye ensues.
Everything was organised now. Receipts, orders, customer requests, stock... Everything. It was all just paper and it was now in a filing cabinet behind the small desk at the front of his shop. And he could slide it open and check shit. This whole this was really fuckin' weird but Gilbert couldn't really care because now he was organised and was quickly realising just how many costumes he was missing and should probably start on...
Meh, later.
Closing the middle drawer, he dusted off his hands as if he had just spent nearly two painstaking months of working through his own messed up and nearly non-existent records and made them into one of the most clean and simple systems in Liberty. He practically had done it, he had bullied hired the tiny Latvian for the work.
And he blinked at that tiny Latvian and carefully slid over his desk, frowning.
"So... We're done then?"