I do some stupid things
Who: mademyhell and hexyoutotuesday
When: Backdated to Wednesday.
Where: Outside the JTC apartment building, then the apartment.
Summary: Someone's overworked, and someone else is a motherhen even if he's never going to admit it.
Warnings: Language. It's these two. And I feel like I should always warn for emo even if it's probably not a very angsty log cause...LOOK AT HIM.
His boss is a dick.
Granted, his job was pretty easy, and he spends his time reading and making more paper planes in the past month than anyone should ever be allowed to. Old memos are most satisfying. Since those fuckers started showing up like a bad comedy movie he pretty much tuned out the universe on that front,, and has relied on one of the others in the building to tell him if he's stepping over some new invisible line. So far, none of these new rules have included 'don't turn memos into paper planes' so he doesn't give a shit.
Leslie, the green chick who covered for him half the time when he had 'family emergencies' because she's got far too many nieces and nephews to count and so he'd done the same for her, told him she's planning on quitting before the building gets bought up by one company or another and told him to do the same. He's inclined to listen, especially because Dani's words about 'being something better' or doing shit with this fucking curse he's been saddled with keep running through his head more nowadays than ever.
He's got more of a handle on himself now, if he wanted to he could probably actually go back to school. He's been thinking about it while he's been reading up on disorders and phobias like there's some answer in it somewhere to make things less fucked up, and it's seemed more and more like a possibility. Especially because if it's one of the bad days, he can just not show up. Could actually have a schedule where he sees Claudio and Jinx when he wants instead of at random when schedules sync.
It's both nice and weird as fuck that he actually gives a shit how he spends his time again.
But no matter what the situation, he actually did have work today and he trudged to it with the enthusiasm of someone heading for the gallows.
It was probably the overall apathy with the day that made him stop when he sensed something he recognized, skittering around in the back of his head where all the other fears had settled while he was thinking, and he rounded a corner only to be smacked headlong into by, what appeared to be, a black and purple zombie.
"Sh- Jinx! What the-…..Jinx? Are you okay?" Trauma caught himself so he didn't fall on his ass, and he grabbed her shoulders to steady her too.
When: Backdated to Wednesday.
Where: Outside the JTC apartment building, then the apartment.
Summary: Someone's overworked, and someone else is a motherhen even if he's never going to admit it.
Warnings: Language. It's these two. And I feel like I should always warn for emo even if it's probably not a very angsty log cause...LOOK AT HIM.
His boss is a dick.
Granted, his job was pretty easy, and he spends his time reading and making more paper planes in the past month than anyone should ever be allowed to. Old memos are most satisfying. Since those fuckers started showing up like a bad comedy movie he pretty much tuned out the universe on that front,, and has relied on one of the others in the building to tell him if he's stepping over some new invisible line. So far, none of these new rules have included 'don't turn memos into paper planes' so he doesn't give a shit.
Leslie, the green chick who covered for him half the time when he had 'family emergencies' because she's got far too many nieces and nephews to count and so he'd done the same for her, told him she's planning on quitting before the building gets bought up by one company or another and told him to do the same. He's inclined to listen, especially because Dani's words about 'being something better' or doing shit with this fucking curse he's been saddled with keep running through his head more nowadays than ever.
He's got more of a handle on himself now, if he wanted to he could probably actually go back to school. He's been thinking about it while he's been reading up on disorders and phobias like there's some answer in it somewhere to make things less fucked up, and it's seemed more and more like a possibility. Especially because if it's one of the bad days, he can just not show up. Could actually have a schedule where he sees Claudio and Jinx when he wants instead of at random when schedules sync.
It's both nice and weird as fuck that he actually gives a shit how he spends his time again.
But no matter what the situation, he actually did have work today and he trudged to it with the enthusiasm of someone heading for the gallows.
It was probably the overall apathy with the day that made him stop when he sensed something he recognized, skittering around in the back of his head where all the other fears had settled while he was thinking, and he rounded a corner only to be smacked headlong into by, what appeared to be, a black and purple zombie.
"Sh- Jinx! What the-…..Jinx? Are you okay?" Trauma caught himself so he didn't fall on his ass, and he grabbed her shoulders to steady her too.