weekly ramble

Rocky sat slumped at his cherry veneer desk trying to concentrate as his students jabbered on about lord-knows-what in several various languages that he neither understood nor wished to learn. Cotton chinos that had shrunk down a size-and-a-half and a pair of worn-in Birkenstocks mercifully absorbed his perspiration so as not to show or smell too offensively to someone standing at arms length, but still irritated him in this heat. He chose this outfit for its breathability, knowing it would not be the clothes themselves but only his concentrated effort to be languid in movement and manner that would save him. It was not out of laziness, for surely, if the company had invested in repairing the HVAC so that the air conditioning reached his room, then there would scant be reason to slow down, but as it stood, he was doing everything he could given what he had. Nothing more.
He sipped coffee that was too strong out of a mug that shamelessly brandished his company logo. He stirred in a packet of sugar with a pen (both which had been haphazardly stored in the top drawer of his desk.)

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