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Groovy Tunes, Thursday
Thursday, May 22nd, 2014 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
furnacefaceJono was in a mood today. He'd felt the onset of it yesterday, manifesting itself in a way he barely noticed; that creeping, bleak, choking feeling that he was all too used to already. To Jonothon, feeling nervous and anxious and altogether useless was really just another Wednesday.
But today, something had snapped and twisted that around, and while he couldn't put a finger on what exactly that something was, he was feeling good and riled about it. Wrapping his bandages had taken too much time and effort this morning, and really, why the hell should he wrap his face? For the comfort of others? It was a part of what he was, and fifteen minutes taken out of his day to bind himself up like a mummy so that someone else could feel a little better about themselves was, frankly, stupid.
And then he realized that today was his day to work, and for the love of-- He had better bloody things to do. But he also had to pay bills, and he presumably cared about whether or not his employees got a paycheque, so here. He was at work, placing orders and doing paperwork and tallying people's hours and listening to a lot of very loud, very work-inappropriate music today.
Really, there was probably no excuse for the Cannibal Corpse that was blaring loudly enough to make the walls rattle, but it was keeping Jonothon from burning the building down, which was good, since people lived here. So that was probably a win. Somehow.
Rrgh.
[Open! OCD-free! And I didn't actually link to any of their music, but even the song names on the Wikipedia page are graphic and horribly offensive, click at your own risk.]
But today, something had snapped and twisted that around, and while he couldn't put a finger on what exactly that something was, he was feeling good and riled about it. Wrapping his bandages had taken too much time and effort this morning, and really, why the hell should he wrap his face? For the comfort of others? It was a part of what he was, and fifteen minutes taken out of his day to bind himself up like a mummy so that someone else could feel a little better about themselves was, frankly, stupid.
And then he realized that today was his day to work, and for the love of-- He had better bloody things to do. But he also had to pay bills, and he presumably cared about whether or not his employees got a paycheque, so here. He was at work, placing orders and doing paperwork and tallying people's hours and listening to a lot of very loud, very work-inappropriate music today.
Really, there was probably no excuse for the Cannibal Corpse that was blaring loudly enough to make the walls rattle, but it was keeping Jonothon from burning the building down, which was good, since people lived here. So that was probably a win. Somehow.
Rrgh.
[Open! OCD-free! And I didn't actually link to any of their music, but even the song names on the Wikipedia page are graphic and horribly offensive, click at your own risk.]