Groovy Tunes, Wednesday
It wasn't Jonothon's usual day to be working at the music shop, but in fairness, Jono had been shite at actually being at work on his usual day in the first place. He'd been in need of doing something productive today, though, so he'd come downstairs, shrugged his jacket over the back of the seat he kept behind the counter, and started digging in to a new order of CDs that had just come in.
There, putting these out on the shelves would be an excellent distraction from that general feeling of off that had been gnawing at his senses for the past little while. And maybe later he could look into placing another order for guitars. Guitars always cheered him up.
Ugh, general malaise. That had to be it. He was so over it, already.
{OOC: Open shop, OCD-free!]
There, putting these out on the shelves would be an excellent distraction from that general feeling of off that had been gnawing at his senses for the past little while. And maybe later he could look into placing another order for guitars. Guitars always cheered him up.
Ugh, general malaise. That had to be it. He was so over it, already.
{OOC: Open shop, OCD-free!]