died8yearsago: (paperwork)
It was that weekend where that floor of the school that contained all the teachers' offices actually got some (or any, really, for most weeks) modicum of use and traffic, and on that floor of the school that contained all the teachers' offices was a particular block of offices occupied by a small army of very diverse instructors that all shared on thing in common.

And, no, we weren't talking about them all being stuck holding office hours for potential parental (or otherwise) visitors to take advantage of, but there was that, too.


[[ look, I have eight teachers. If that doesn't call for PW OCD, I don't know what does. Please hold for said OCD! OCD is up! SP warning (unforuntately!) in effect! But here is where you'll find all my teachers san Summer for their office hours! ]]
died8yearsago: (paperwork)
Rosa had briefly thought about not bothering to go into her office, which would have made it even more difficult for anyone who tried to send people to see her and/or anyone who actually wanted to see her, but she was actually kind of growing attached to the weird thing that she and Blackstone sometimes did through the wall seperating their offices for, like, moral support and stuff, and she did actually have some class-related work to pick at, and being in the offices while planning something that involved the offices just made it work better, studying maps and getting ideas and figuring out how to go about this year's Halloween Heist, which was obviously very important and actually worth the potential of having to deal with, ugh, friends and family this weekend.

Definitely was not her favorite, but at least she was getting work done. And apparently getting some sake in a bit, too.

[[ and fin! open door, open post, i really need to do office hours more often and not just for PW -_- ]]
died8yearsago: (feet up)
Unlike some people, Rosa didn't have a handy box of apparently self-replicating contraptions to work on to stave off the boredom of keeping office hours this weekend, but she did have an impressive arsenal of guns that could probably use some cleaning, so that's what was spread out on her desk as she waited for guests that would hopefully just not show up at all. But, if anyone did, at least the guns would get a chance to say a little something about her before she even had to open her mouth.

Of course, she also knew that her office shared a wall with Blackstone's, and that Blackstone was also doing the office hour trudge that morning, she occasionally took a break to throw a small rubber handball against the wall in code. She'd then wait and, not long after, a series of thumps would respond back, Rosa would snort, and then go back to work.

What? Shut up.

[[ and this one's open door, open post, too! And yes, I put them in adjacent offices for exactly this reason ]]

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