Office hours, Thursday
Mohinder was sitting at his desk, making a few last minutes changes to his next class's notes. His pen gashed across the page as his desk rocked back under the movement.
"What the?" He tried pushing against it again and the wobble obligingly repeated itself.
Several minutes and a layer of torn out magazine pages later - it would have taken less time if he hadn't started reading and scribbling corrections on them - and the desk was balanced again, with Mohinder was settled back behind a notebook. Settled and - was that a squeak?
Someone somewhere might get work done today; the occupant of this office though - he was too caffinated, over-sugared and just plain distractable.
[Open office is open]
"What the?" He tried pushing against it again and the wobble obligingly repeated itself.
Several minutes and a layer of torn out magazine pages later - it would have taken less time if he hadn't started reading and scribbling corrections on them - and the desk was balanced again, with Mohinder was settled back behind a notebook. Settled and - was that a squeak?
Someone somewhere might get work done today; the occupant of this office though - he was too caffinated, over-sugared and just plain distractable.
[Open office is open]