CHAPTER 223: New Tricks

"Barbara...It's just really sunk in:  I don't have to go in to work anymore and yet I'm up at 6:30, I've been for my morning run and after I eat breakfast....nothing.  I've got nothing."

"Other than me and our home" she replied.

He looked at her and smiled.  "Of course, and I'm blessed but I meant a job, something to do.  No business will take me on after being named in the press as the Landgraab whistleblower."

"Why not take a well earned break while you think of what you're going to do next?"

"I can't keep still right now!  I've been pacing around the house and jogging around the block this last week and it's wearing me down.  I need to find something to do."

"You can always help me at the boutique.  You've done such a good job with the accounts and I need a financial person around to order stock, pay wages, make sure taxes are filed and all that."

"I do that here" he said, pointing to the little study/office that was down the hall.

"Why not come and do all that paperwork at the boutique itself?  It'll get you out of the house, you can see how things operate more in person and it will mean the two of us spending more time with each other!" she said with an inviting smile.

"But it'll be just the accounts and stuff...I won't have to go out there and sell clothes?" he asked, nervously.

"I'll be the best boss you've ever had!  I won't make you do things you don't wish to do." she declared, positively.

"The first time I'll have a job where that doesn't happen...." he muttered.

When they arrived at Pack's Clothing, Barbara noticed that Jeremy was still looking nervous.

"You'll be fine, my sweet.  I'm here to help you...it's just a clothes shop." she said, kissing his cheek.

She saw that a number of mannequins lacked outfits on them so she called over Jeremy.

"First things first, we need to dress those dummies."  she said.  "Menswear.  I'll show you the stock, I'll pick out some items and you can dress them."

"Me?  Dress a mannequin?" Jeremy replied, shocked.

"Yes.  They don't bite" she said with a smile.  "Well, one of them does but I forget which.  Now come on, it's not difficult."

Jeremy went out the back to find the apparel Barbara wanted and he brought it out around to the front of the shop.

"OK, there it is...now what?" he said.

"Dress the mannequins.  It's like dressing up dolls only the dolls are bigger." she replied.

"I never played with dolls.  G.I. Joe is a recent thing" he said, matter of factly.

"Really?  Oh, I suppose not.  Erm, OK, well...it's like dressing yourself but, like on a store dummy." she said, awkwardly.  "Look, just give it a try and if you get into any trouble, Toni will be along soon and I'll get her to help you."

Toni duly showed up and Barbara sorted out their work schedules, with Jeremy bringing the stock out to the front so the mannequins could be dressed and Toni cleaning the place.  For such a young woman, Barbara was certainly the boss of this outfit...

Almost as soon as the doors were opened there were a flurry of customers.  "Toni, you help that lady in the pale yellow dress, I'll deal with the young woman with the red hair and Jeremy, you're going to have to help this gentleman over here." said Barbara, rapidly firing off instructions to her team.

"What?  Me?  Deal with a customer?" exclaimed Jeremy.

"Yes...it's not difficult; just ask him what he's looking for and if you know where that is, guide him there and if you don't, come and ask me or Toni.  Quickly now, this place is filling up and we need to work as a team."

Jeremy approached the man, who looked a little older than the youthful customers that normally frequented Pack's Clothing, and could see he was a collar and tie wearing kind of gentleman.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" asked the man of Jeremy.

"Erm, yes.  I work here." Jeremy replied, nervously.  "How can I help you?"

"I'm looking to buy a suit."

"Phew, I know about suits.  What style, sir?"

"A lounge suit.  Something smart, yet not formal."

"Something smart yet not formal.  Hmmm, would this be for work?"

"Not exactly; more like a suit you'd wear for a dinner party or smart casual."

Jeremy looked around and saw a mannequin with a lounge suit on it.  "I think we might have something in store.  How are you with velvet?"

"I'm fine with velvet.  In earth tones?"

"It's a bit on the Earthy side, sir.  Would burgundy suit?"

"I really like burgundy as a colour."

"Then step this way, sir, I think I have the suit for you."

It turned out the gentleman, a Mr Giordano, liked the suit Jeremy showed him and had decided to buy it.  Jeremy had made his first sale.

After making the sale Jeremy went up to Barbara and whispered in her ear.  "That was easy!  First sale...ker-ching!"

"Hark at you!  Mr Sales himself!" she replied.

"Gimme another customer!" he said, looking around the store.  

"First things first, make sure you have the receipts for that sale you just completed!  Hey, look, there's Liberty...I'm going to have a talk with her."

"Hey, Barbara, how's business?" said Liberty.

"Very good today, thanks."

"Is that Jeremy working over there?"

Barbara turned and looked around to the cash till, where Jeremy was busy ringing up another sale.  "Yes it is; since losing his job as Landgraab he's working with me.  I think he's enjoying himself as well."

"You've got him right where you can see him.  I hope he's not too sad about leaving his corporate job." said Liberty with a note of concern in her voice.

"I think he feels relieved that he no longer has to work for a company that were against his ethics." replied Barbara.  Liberty made a good point; it was nice to have Jeremy working alongside her...they could enjoy lunches together.

Barbara was scanning the shop to see if there were other customers who needed her assistance, or that of her employees.  She noticed George Sneedley browsing the women's footwear section, which seemed odd to her.

Barbara went over to where Jeremy was and she could see that he was struggling to deal with a customer who couldn't make up his mind and who was asking obscure, technical questions about clothes.

"Jeremy, dear, I see Mr Sneedley is over there...does he look nervous to you?"

Jeremy peered over her shoulder.  "Hmmm, now that you mention it, he does."

"He's probably buying something for his wife but can't make up his mind.  The last time he was in here he had a panic attack."

"Wasn't that about all the skimpy clothing you sell?"

"Trendy, not skimpy.  Anyway, as you know him a little could you help him whilst I deal with this young man" she said, indicating the person standing next to them.

"I can't have certain man-made fabrics like Quartron or Dapto next to my skin!" said the teenage boy whom Jeremy was trying to help.

"Of course, young sir, I will be helping you" said Barbara, jerking her towards George Sneedley as a signal for Jeremy.

Jeremy had noticed that George had gone from the footwear department over to a large window display where the athletic outfits were on display.

"Hello George" said Jeremy, as he approached the man from behind.

"GWAAAAA!" said George, jumping in the air in fear and surprise.  "Oh, it's you, Jeremy.  I'm...I'm...it's terrible news about Geoffrey Landgraab, isn't it?"

That seemed like a strange way to begin a conversation whilst in a clothes shop but Jeremy rolled with it.

"Very sad.  I hear the funeral is this weekend.  Anyway, I work here now...helping my girlfriend, Barbara.  I saw you were browsing and wondered if you'd like any assistance?  I see you're viewing our sportswear range; that red polo shirt is also available in blue and green."

"Oh I wasn't looking at that.  I was looking at..." George's voice trailed off as his gaze drifted towards the female mannequin next to the male one.  

"The leotard?  Erm, is that...something you're interested in?" asked Jeremy, incredulously.

"IT'S FOR MY WIFE!  I mean, it's for Edna.  She's on a health kick. right now"

"Oh I see.  Yes, I believe that outfit comes in various colours as well.  Edna's about a size 10?"

"Size 12"

"Really?  She looks a lot thinner than that.  Let me see if we have that in stock."  Jeremy walked off to check with Toni if the leotard came in a larger size.

"We have it all the way up to a 16.  Is it for that guy over there?" said Toni, when Jeremy enquired.

"Yes...well, for his wife."

Toni raised an eyebrow in surprise.  "Is that what he's told you?  In my experience you get men coming into ladies clothes shops and they ain't buying for mom, wifey or girlfriend if you catch my drift" she said.

"No, I don't.  If not for them, then who...oh, you don't mean George Sneedley might have a mistress!"

"That's not what I was going with, Sugar.  You don't buy an outfit like that for your mistress." Toni replied.

"I wouldn't know" said Jeremy, innocently.

"You are just so sweet.  Babs is lucky to have a guy so honest as you.  I'll go and find one green ladies exercise leotard and matching tights in a size 12 and I'll explain all about the kind of men I mean when we have more time..."

The rest of the day's business was busy and brisk and Jeremy had survived his baptism of fire on his first day.  They all had coffee and doughnuts once the doors were shut and Barbara was impressed at just how much got sold today:  There were mannequins still undressed, such was the demand.

"Did Jeremy behave himself today, Toni?" asked Barbara.

"He was great; a fast learner.  It certainly helped having three of us around today.  Anyway, gotta fly...Jezza, I'll tell you more about the kind of guy I think your Mr Sneedley is another time."

"Bye Toni..." said Barbara as Toni left the store.  She turned to Jeremy and asked "what did she mean by that last comment?"

"I wish I knew!" he replied, innocently.

"You were terrific today...so...do you want to go out tonight to celebrate your first, successful day here?"

"That sounds great.  Let's get a bite to eat and a few drinks down at the Salty Paws Saloon." he suggested.

"And have a bop as well?" Barbara asked.

"And have a bop.  You got it!" he said.

As they drank and danced the night away, Jeremy felt the ache in his legs from having to work standing up for 90% of the time. He was so used to working from behind a desk. Barbara, on the other hand, was like a dynamo; she was used to running around and rushing from customer to customer.

"Hey, Babe, do you think you'll want to come in to work tomorrow?" she asked Jeremy.

"For sure.  Do you know, I actually enjoyed myself today.  It's a completely different world to what I'm used to."

"I promise not to hire you under false pretences, brainwash you into hating your friends and forcing you to work on projects that will actually harm people" she said, cheekily, referring to his work at Landgraab's.

"Well, that's a relief" Jeremy replied.

Eventually they went outside to enjoy the romantic scene of Brindleton Bay harbour as the last flickers of sunlight faded.

"I guess I can learn some new tricks, after all." said Jeremy, gazing lovingly into Barbara's eyes.