Cleo Locke (glassmamba) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-19 18:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, cleo, sugar |
Who: Sugar and Cleo
When: Midafternoon
Where: Ars Glesum
Cleo normally saved paperwork for after-hours, when customers weren't likely to walk in and send her scrambling to tidy up the stack of bills and orders on the counter so she could help them, but business had been slow lately, so she felt safe enough in taking a look at her finances while grabbing a quick bite to eat. It was more likely now that she wouldn't get customers than that she would. Which was the problem, really - it was a shaky economy to start, gas prices were continually on the rise, and it seemed that more and more often these days, people were concerned more with putting money away for emergencies than buying exquisitely crafted, hand-blown glass art for their homes. Sure, Cleo had a secondary income from her teaching at the university, but given that she wasn't a full-time, salaried professor, it wasn't enough to both live off of and keep her business afloat - especially because, on top of having bills to pay for the shop, she was trying to help her brother, who seemed to be asking for monetary help every other week. Pair that with her unique dietary needs and it meant things were getting tight.
Snack babies didn't come cheaply, after all.
Sighing, Cleo made a final notation on her budget sheet and sat back, rubbing at the dull ache centered behind one eye. It would be a headache on the best of days, but she had the added joy of just coming off a moult, which meant her nerves were still recovering. Still, she was fairly certain she could make it work - it would be tight, but it wasn't her first rough patch and she doubted it'd be the last. She'd get through it. If only Scarlet Oak could stop having horrible things happen to it and its citizens, at least.