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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 1:23 pm
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Jordan picked up the phone, answering, "Hello," and "Speaking," but what came next made him freeze, eyes going wide. Oh, s**t. He scrambled across the room to his desk and flipped his planner open, discovering as he did that the version of him native to this timeline had known he was supposed to be at work today and had neatly written it down.
This was his own fault, then, for forgetting to make sure his hours were the same, and more than that, for the thought not occurring to him that his workplace might have shifted along with all the other major and minor shifts that had happened. He really, really should have checked.
Several possible excuses flew through his mind, but he squashed the impulse to lie about it, and said instead, "Sorry, Professor. I have no excuse. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Once off the phone, he hurried to change; he'd been in the bookstore before and he didn't think there was a uniform, but generally employers preferred it if you dressed tidily. Accordingly, he picked out a sweater vest over a long-sleeved shirt. Before he ran out the door, he thought to check the folder in his planner, and was grateful he had when he found a time card there.
He arrived late and somewhat out of breath, silently glad he'd already been up and had breakfast when Professor Mercer called.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 8:56 pm
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Truth be told, Algie had no idea who Jordan Miller was. When he made the call it could have very well been a very old woman and he would have been none the wiser. When this particular young man came through the door he was strangely relieved because he recognized him from the various wordly shenanigans that had gone on.
He'd heard of him, seen him and maybe had been passingly greeted but the older man couldn't remember on account of regular world catastrophe if they'd ever directly spoken. The Professor did know immediately though, seeing him rush in, that like all his other employees he was wrapped up in the magic more than was usual and perhaps it was a good thing that they all stuck together.
"Jordan.." Alg was well dressed, mannered and exuded some sort of calm between the quiet of the store, his measured tone, and the purring white cat that always seemed to be within a yard of his person. The Professor smiled, glanced around to see there were no unwelcome customer gazes, and offered his hand for a shake because they were truly just meeting for the first time. "I think I understand your lateness.."
There was an easy wink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 6:29 pm
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Jordan followed, bending down briefly to stroke his fingertips over the cat's head. He considered himself more of a dog person, but he liked animals of all sorts. In the break room, he hung up his coat and put his shoulder bag away, and took a moment to clock in, flushing a little with embarrassment.
He listened attentively, nodding to show that he was paying attention. "Thank you," he said. "What are my primary responsibilities on the job? I mean, checking people out and helping them find books are the obvious ones, and keeping things tidy."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 10:18 am
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