Laura Smith (compartmented) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-12-20 19:24:00 |
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Lunch had just finished. This was the best part of the day. Two and a half free hours in which she could go back to her room and take a nap. She never realized how much of a crazy day kitchen staff had until the outbreak. Now after four plus years of kitchen work, Laura didn’t find it all that weird. The constant moving starting at five am and never stopping just meant she had to treasure her free moments. And she planned to make use of this afternoon with some well deserved pampering, at least as close to pampering as she could get anyway. Putting away the last of the cleaned dishes she smiled, relaxed. Lunch had been uneventful, just the usual exchange of chit-chat and murmured gossip. As pleasant as the experience usually was, it could be emotionally exhausting, especially with the chatty people that believed her position as a cafeteria worker meant she was obligated to listen. She listened sure; she was too nice to tell them to shut up. Unfortunately, for Laura that also meant others were quick to take advantage of that. One day she would get around to telling people she was too busy to talk, that time just hadn’t come yet allowing the cycle to continue. She was just walking out of the cafeteria when she stumbled. Stupid klutz attacks always finding her at the least convenient moments. It was a wonder they didn’t plague her in the kitchen. Looking around she checked that no one saw that and froze when she saw someone not too far down the hall from her. |