Higher Faster Further More (captainmarvel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-02 18:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, carol danvers (captain marvel), tiffany maxwell |
Just let me know if you hate everything I do
Who: Tiffany and Carol
When: Monday 12/2
Where: Carol’s Hangar
What: Tiffany starts working for Carol
Rating/Warning: PG, for some minor language
Status: Complete
It took a lot to make Tiffany nervous, so having mere butterflies in her stomach was like someone else getting palpitations. A new job was a fresh start, which she desperately needed, but what felt more important was how unexpected were these turn of events. Not long ago, she she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, everything was a mess and she felt worthless. But now, someone trusted her with the very serious business of flying heavy metal aircraft into the atmosphere, and she was willing to teach her, too. There was no way Tiffany could have foreseen any of this.
The first day was a quiet one. There was only one lesson and Carol had gotten that out of the way before Tiffany had even arrived. The rest of the day was going to be spent showing her the systems and teaching her what she needed to know. Then she was going to give the woman free reign to make it more efficient. She was running a post-flight check on the Cessna while waiting.
Tiffany stepped into the hanger, enjoying the authorization she’d been give to pass through the gates. Her boots clicked on the hard floor with excitement and bad-ass-ed-ness. She waved to Carol, giving her signature mischievous smile. “Hello, captain.”
“Good morning!” She looked up from the plane, then came over. “Excited? Nervous?” A new job was always a mixture of both, at least for Carol, but she hadn’t had to work for someone else in a long time.
"Both. I can't tell them apart right now." Tiffany was more of a hugger than a hand-shaker, but it didn't seem like a good idea for the first day on the job. "I'm still not convinced this is really happening."
“That sounds about right.” To all of the above, really. She led her over to the little office. It was literally a desk in one corner of the hangar with the computer and lots of pinned up newspaper clippings and pictures of airplanes.
Tiffany leaned in to look at some of them. It was a far cry from her last office setting, with its farm of cubicles, and it was a good bit smaller. But it was cozy in an unconventional sort of way. "I guess even pilots need to keep spreadsheets.
“Sadly. Fuel costs and supplies. Maintenance records are the most important of course. If I get those wrong I could get fined or worse.” She gestured towards the two planes. “And upkeep. It’s a little ridiculous how much it takes to keep them up.” Even the F-16 with it’s modifications.
When it came down to it, all offices ran pretty much the same way; it didn't matter if you were dealing with airplanes or air hockey tables. Tiffany cracked her knuckles and started to thumb through a few pages on the desk, just to get a feel for how Carol liked to organize things.
Which was actually pretty organized. Carol was borderline obsessive compulsive when it came to her aircraft and she had a lot of records, and very detailed ones, many of which appeared unnecessary but probably weren’t. The worse offense was the strange pattern she used to keep track of things.
Looking at the way Carol liked to keep her office, Tiffany was a little worried her bad habits would quickly turn into annoyance. She kept good records, she did all office-y stuff with professional flare, but she wasn’t the neatest person in the universe. “...It looks like you have a system going,” Tiffany commented, noting this strange pattern.
“It works for me. I learned some weird habits in the Air Force, from having to make sense of the system they used.” Which worked in the air force really well but less so in the civilian world.
Tiffany nodded. "Makes sense..." Maybe it would help whip her quickly back into shape, too. She'd been unemployed for a few months. "So... What's priority one? What do you need me to take off your hands the most?"
“Fuel expenditures. Things don’t seem to add up and I don’t know if that’s because of the modifications to the F-16 or something else, but I’m not using as much fuel as I thought I was.”
Tiffany took a seat. "Well, spending less is better than spending more, right? Or needing to, anyway." It would take her a few minutes to locate the documents that were needed, but already she was feeling oddly at home. The nerves were gone. Carol seemed to have that effect on her. Or maybe it was more that she had something big to focus her energy into. Either way, it was a good thing.
Carol watched her with some trepidation. This was her system that was being messed with. But she could trust Tiff. Really she had to trust Tiff.
Tiffany worked quietly for a few moments, her eyes moving back and forth as she read quickly. She really was a quick learner. Then, she looked up at Carol. “You can… do whatever you need to do. I like to see what I can figure out myself and then I’ll ask you clarify as I go, if that’s cool. I mean, I don’t want to take up your entire morning with training me.”
“Okay. It’s probably better for you to figure out on your own and I’m kind of hovering.” She smiled sheepishly and backed away.
“Just let me know if you hate everything I do,” Tiffany replied, lifting her eyes from the papers one more time to flash her impish grin. She was full of happiness, now, like bubbles in soda. Or better, champagne.
“Oh you’ll hear it.” Carol thought she might invite her out for a drink later, to celebrate.