The innerworkings of Miss Jo
5 inch heels - how to spot someone who knows what they are doing in Superdrug. They are the ones wearing ridiculous clodhoppers on their feet usually choking back tears at the same time due to the insults being thrown this way and that from staff, management and customers simultaneously. Jo was one such person, despite her own doubts about herself she was damn good at doing what she wanted doing. Maybe it was the piecing contacts meticulously lined with silver liquid liner each morning or the fragility of her tiny frame Jo commanded respect from everyone who mattered; and the best part about it was she didn't even need to try.
No one's life is special, they all just contribute to the same whole. From the world famous pop stars to the lowly toilet cleaner everyone contributes and no matter how much you think life is glamorous for others only 2 facts remain. You either die young or grow old. Everyone has to wake up in the morning and everyone has to pass the time in some way. In this respect Jo was yet another insignificant piece of dust on the face of planet earth.
Waking up to the familiar bassy beats of Galaxy 102 Jo emerged from the cocoon they call bed, she couldn't actually care anymore. Why should she? Life was bland. Uni Monday – Friday Superdrug the weekend, maybe a couple of piss ups or maybe even a lay along the way. It was so damn monotonous yet it had to be done. Realising that she was going to be late again didn't even bother here. Throwing on the Skouser's, her clod hoppers and an oversized green work-issue sweatshirt she'd worn to work for the past 4 years she performed the make up routine, threw her pre-packed bag over her should and vacated number 14 Rosenman Avenue.
9.15, not bad by Jo's standards. Ok, she was late but she wasn't "we are going to dock your pay late". Luckily for her the boss didn't seem to give a shit she lived in walking distance from the town centre. She had turned up and being one of the few people who actually had any knowledge of shop work in the establishment Rachel was grateful to see her turn up. Throwing the aforementioned bag into her locker Jo kicked the door shut. One of the few perks of work was everyone could be trusted, much to the disgust of the management. You could see the anticipation on their faces each time they conducted a bag search, to them catching a thief was like ecstasy. The only problem was they were either crap at spotting them or there weren't any about, catching them was a rare occasion.. The rare moments of one long bell crated an excitement in the store. The possibility of some action to break up the usual "What shampoo should I use" and "Where do you keep the Vitapoint?"
"Oi! Jo! Hows you!"
The sudden sound of her name startled her, since the beginning of the day Jo had been in some semi-comotose state, almost certainly a result of the lack of sleep the night before. Much to Jo's disappointment the lack of sleep wasn't even caused by anything of note, damn; TV was addictive.
"So, don't I get a hello today" came the usual sarcastic tones from behind her. Feeling it was quite probably time to face the fact she was in work Jo plastered a fake smile to her face and replied.
"Oh, sorry, hi, you alright?" Standard conversation phrase 1 in Superdrug. This phrase would probably be repeated about another 24 times and that's just before morning breaks started. At least 10 of these would probably be to the same person. Yet again the monotony of life kicked in.
General Superdrug Conversation Rule 2 – don't bother listening. Everyone's stories are exactly the same week in week out. Nat will have gone to Atlantis, Will and Lisa to the Hare and Hounds, Dan would admit to nothing.
A/n
bitter-valentine : Nah, I can see what you mean but the stories are meant to be like this. They are basically being stored online because I use many computers and don't trust floppies. Feel free to read my other stories, they are the ones which I am actually bothering with mainly. These are kind of on-hiatus. Trust me, my usual writing is of a much higher standard.
Feel free to review these as introductions though, because that is basically all they are.