Insanity
One fight, two staff complaints, a broken-down minibus, and now her private coffee machine didn't seem to be working. Typical.
Rachel had been forced to visit the staffroom, pleased to see there was hardly anybody there. She took a few minutes to breathe, listening to the low rumble of the kettle. Glancing inside one of the nearby mugs, she realised she had made a mistake. It was filthy.
Only one more day until the weekend.
Returning to her office, she relished the silence, the lapse of activity that followed as she simply walked through the corridors. Nobody bothered her. Finally, everything seemed to be going the way she wanted.
Her skirt brushed against the seat, so close to sitting down, when that foreboding rustle of trousers were heard. She placed her mug down on the desk, sighing heavily.
"What is it?" she barely managed to say before he rambled over her.
"Kim has only gone and misplaced my bid. I knew we shouldn't have worked together; she's too distracted with her own problems. I spent ages on that…"
He continued to rant, his hands sliding into his pockets. Must be serious, she thought. Head in hands, the sight of her trying to gain some semblance of peace went unnoticed by him. Eddie was still ranting, pacing around the room. Rachel added another note to her to-do list.
Somebody had to be logical in all this insanity.