Office Hours, Friday, 7/24
Jul. 24th, 2009 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyler_goneTyler was one twitchy bastard when he went to work today. He twitched through some paperwork and he twitched through answering his email and he twitched through watching crap on YouTube as a form of lesson planning. He'd been running on workouts and caffeine all week; sitting still at a desk wasn't working out for him, but he'd do it because -- because he was a teacher and it was his job.
It was weird, for a guy who started beating people up for catharsis, how unsettled he could be by losing his temper with one student.
He went to refill his travel mug of coffee for the 18th time rather than think about that.
The office door was open.
It was weird, for a guy who started beating people up for catharsis, how unsettled he could be by losing his temper with one student.
He went to refill his travel mug of coffee for the 18th time rather than think about that.
The office door was open.
