And what will you call me
Things were always hardest the first time. And Thelonious Vadam had been happy to learn, that teaching was one of those things.
He had entered this profession last year, unsure of what to think, of how he’d be viewed or seen, and if he’d just be the “zombie man”. But things were coming along much more smoothly the second year. In fact he’d dare say teaching was the most fun job he’d ever had. It felt like there was little stake in it, that he could be himself more easily. Or maybe teenagers were just easier to deal with then high level bureaucrats. The way he heard the government was being run now, he was genuinely glad he’d lost the election. What had he been thinking, trying to go back to that life?
When he’d entered the breakroom for his coffee, he found himself feeling a little nostalgic. Many of the old faces he’d first seen in this break room were gone, and now there were new ones, that often occupied it, though for the moment it was empty. It was always nice though, to have a small moment of piece and quiet.
The door opened however as soon as he began pouring his coffee, and he looked over to see…no one? And then he looked down a bit.
The woman who had entered was rather small, but Thel knew that when she entered she had total control of the room, or at least gave the vibe of that. Though she was obviously not staff…however Gomez Addams seemed to have some vendetta about “privacy” given that very few doors in the building HAD locks or restrictions. All that Thel knew is if someone took advantage of that fact and entered his room at ungodly hours, they’d probably end up with a sword in their chest, and him with another manslaughter charge.
But since this wasn’t that big of a privacy invasion, he humored the woman, “Is there something you need?” He tried not to look down on her too much, he knew shorter people didn’t like that.