The new staff member (open to other staff members)
Jan 18, 2013 20:52:12 GMT -5
Post by Avery Sloan on Jan 18, 2013 20:52:12 GMT -5
Avery had just finished getting settled into her new office and decided it was time for a crappy cup of coffee from the staff lounge. She walked down the hallway, not really paying attention to the portraits of former presidents and important staff members of the school. She had seen them so many times in the past that she probably could recite the names of each person as well as place them in the order they were here at Hammel. She loved this school. She was more than honored that she was now an employee about to help students.
Walking into the staff lounge was a new experience. She had seen members of the staff walking into this room plenty of times before, but she had never stepped foot inside. It made her feel important. And grown up. She was nervous that she wasn't going to do well here. That she wasn't going to be good enough for the demand of the students. She had seen counselors here before. They had always been a great help to her. Dealing with losing a leg at 16, not to mention having a baby at 15, was a big deal. It had never crossed her mind that things like that would happen to her. She survived though.
Her hands shook a little as she poured a cup of coffee. She was nervous to be in here. In her mind, she was still a student. Students don't belong in the staff lounge. She took a deep breath. Avery was no longer a student and she needed to constantly remind herself that. She was a staff member now, and she belonged here. She sat down on the couch, very tempted to pull her prosthetic off. She didn't think anyone would feel comfortable with that. It was obvious she had one in the skirt she was wearing. She didn't care. This skirt and these heals were fabulous. And she had come to terms with the hunk of metal that allowed her to walk around. In fact, she was thankful for such innovations in medicine and history.
Avery brought the styrofoam cup up to her lips and took a sip. It wasn't nearly as crappy as she had expected. It wasn't the best coffee in the world, but it certainly wasn't the worst. Perhaps she would install her own coffee pot in her office. That would make for less wandering around the school.
At the moment, the lounge was empty. She didn't mind it being empty. It allowed her to get accustomed to sitting there for a moment. Someone walked in and she quickly diverted her attention to a really old magazine that had been nearby. She sipped at the coffee and hoped they didn't really notice her.
Walking into the staff lounge was a new experience. She had seen members of the staff walking into this room plenty of times before, but she had never stepped foot inside. It made her feel important. And grown up. She was nervous that she wasn't going to do well here. That she wasn't going to be good enough for the demand of the students. She had seen counselors here before. They had always been a great help to her. Dealing with losing a leg at 16, not to mention having a baby at 15, was a big deal. It had never crossed her mind that things like that would happen to her. She survived though.
Her hands shook a little as she poured a cup of coffee. She was nervous to be in here. In her mind, she was still a student. Students don't belong in the staff lounge. She took a deep breath. Avery was no longer a student and she needed to constantly remind herself that. She was a staff member now, and she belonged here. She sat down on the couch, very tempted to pull her prosthetic off. She didn't think anyone would feel comfortable with that. It was obvious she had one in the skirt she was wearing. She didn't care. This skirt and these heals were fabulous. And she had come to terms with the hunk of metal that allowed her to walk around. In fact, she was thankful for such innovations in medicine and history.
Avery brought the styrofoam cup up to her lips and took a sip. It wasn't nearly as crappy as she had expected. It wasn't the best coffee in the world, but it certainly wasn't the worst. Perhaps she would install her own coffee pot in her office. That would make for less wandering around the school.
At the moment, the lounge was empty. She didn't mind it being empty. It allowed her to get accustomed to sitting there for a moment. Someone walked in and she quickly diverted her attention to a really old magazine that had been nearby. She sipped at the coffee and hoped they didn't really notice her.
