Office #5, Wednesday All Day
That weekend was coming, wasn't it? Jono could see it on the calendar on the wall beside his desk, circled in red with exclamation points punctuating just what days he was going to have to be in here, looking... professional... or something.
Probably mostly something. Every single one of these weekends that he'd been through, he was here on the island in some other capacity. As a student, mostly, where he'd have free reign to either hide, or be dragged around by Lee and Ange, because hiding was not going to be an option while they were about.
So, with the weekend looming within sight, Jono did pretty much the only thing he could do. He attempted to restore some vague sort of semblance to his office space. This mostly meant organizing CDs and stuffing loose papers into one of his desk drawers. How else did one go about filing paperwork, after all?
[Open office door is open!]
Probably mostly something. Every single one of these weekends that he'd been through, he was here on the island in some other capacity. As a student, mostly, where he'd have free reign to either hide, or be dragged around by Lee and Ange, because hiding was not going to be an option while they were about.
So, with the weekend looming within sight, Jono did pretty much the only thing he could do. He attempted to restore some vague sort of semblance to his office space. This mostly meant organizing CDs and stuffing loose papers into one of his desk drawers. How else did one go about filing paperwork, after all?
[Open office door is open!]