died8yearsago: (feet up)
Holding her office hours at the least minute on the day when most people were focusing on getting out of town or making the most out of their visit with their family and friends before they left was a brilliant idea, if you asked Rosa, and she felt quite smug about it, of course, because no one could accuse her of not holding office hours and she figured the chance of anyone still coming in was slim to none. What would she even talk to a parent about, anyway? She honestly couldn't remember the names of any of her students until she glanced at a roster, and then she couldn't tell you who was who, though she could maybe make a few decent guesses. And she didn't think it mattered, anyway. No one was going to come by on the last day.

But the door was open in case there was someone obnoxious enough to do just that, and they'd find the Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide teacher there at her mostly empty desk, feet up, idly making use out of a dart board she'd put up on the opposite wall. With ninja stars, though, not darts.

She figured that would effectively show anyone who came in what sort of person they were dealing with right from the get-go. It would ultimately help save time, really.

[[open!]]
died8yearsago: (dafuk?)
Apparently, Rosa had an office.

She'd found the key for it the other day and wondered what the hell it was, and then decided maybe she'd actually go check it out, as weird and confusing as she thought it was. It's not like she was doing anything else, anyway, and she highly doubted there was anything really going on at the station, and, if there was, Kincaid had her number.

Maybe she'd been vaguely hoping there'd be something interesting in there left by the last person who used it, but it looked like there hadn't been anyone using it for a while now. So it just continued to confuse her as she looked around.

"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"

She didn't even use her desk at the station for much more than a place to put her feet. But as she looked around and considered the space, she figured she could always just move the desk against a wall and make it a yoga studio or something. But even then, the best place for that was the evidence room. The shelves there were almost always empty and they were just the right size for her to fit into, just like at the Nine-Nine. It was great. The troopers had yet to find her when she was in there.

But there she was, anyway. In...her office.

"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"

Apparently, it beared repeating.

[[it's open! and also: seriously, girl.]]

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