If there was one thing that Nora hated about her job, it was all the damned paperwork. She'd much rather be out and about with the animals than inside after hours trying to catch up on the paperwork she tended to put off. And she put it off because she hated doing it in the first place. She couldn't count how many times she'd been told that the paperwork wouldn't be so daunting if she'd just do it when she was supposed to. But Nora was stubborn.
Still... she could use a good, stiff drink right now. It was probably a good thing she kept a bottle hidden in the back of the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet. And that reminder had her looking over at the piece of furniture in question and toyed with the idea of getting it. Should she? It might be nice. Merlin knew that a glass of whiskey on the rocks would certainly make this redundant idiocy more tolerable.
Sighing, Nora did exactly that. She got up, made her way to the filing cabinet, pulled the bottle ou, and set about finishing up the required motions of pouring herself a drink. It wasn't like she was drinking on the reserve's time. She was drinking on her own time so she wasn't breaking any rules. And if they wanted this paperwork finished, they'd allow her her little pleasures.
Reaching over, she turned on her radio and let the sultry sounds of jazz fill her office. It helped ease the tension in her body as she set back to work, intending to knock out all (or at least the majority of) this mess.