Let's play teacher! (closed for havenly2010)
For most, being a janitor is one of the worst jobs in the world. Maybe for some it is, but Ethan Douglas was one of the few janitors who actually liked his job. Sort of.
Ethan had been working at Cavalier University, a small liberal arts college, for about a year. Janitors are not known for getting paid particularly well but Ethan actually made a decent living for a job that mainly consisted of mopping floors and scrubbing sinks. Plus the campus was always filled with young college hotties so at least he had something to look at during work hours. And while the blue-collar working class was generally looked down upon as some sort of untouchables, Ethan got along pretty well with the faculty; mostly his fellow staff like the nurse, the greenskeeper, the tech support guy, etc. But he also had a good working had a good working relationship with most of the instructors. They understood that Ethan did his job just as they did and they all treated him as an equal. All except Professor Miles.
Prof. Miles was the head of the philosophy department, a guy who thought of himself as an academic prodigy. He had studied at some big, fancy university in Paris or something which automatically made him a genius in his eyes. Ethan remembered taking a few philosophy courses back in his college days. What a load of bullshit. And Prof. Miles was the worst of the worst. Ever since Ethan started working there, Miles had held a certain disdain for him. He seemed to think that just because Ethan was a janitor he was an uneducated yokel who couldn't get a better job. Asshole! Ethan had graduated college just the same as him. Maybe not with honors and maybe not with the same degree but what difference did it make? If being a philosophy teacher turned you into such a giant prick Ethan felt better off pushing a mop around.
It often surprised Ethan that, for a guy who took himself way too fucking seriously, Prof. Miles was something of a slob. His desk looked like an absolute pigsty most of the time. Ethan probably spent a good half-hour straightening the place up for him, wiping down the desk, tossing out styrofoam cups and napkins, tucking papers back in folders where they belonged. And did Prof. Miles ever say thank you? Even once? Of course not.
It was a Tuesday morning of a new semester. The freshmen class had just had their orientation the day before, with today being their first real day of class. Ethan was busy tidying up Prof. Miles' classroom again. Jesus, even on days when he didn't actually have any students he still managed to make a fucking mess. Ethan was sweeping the floor by the desk when his broom handle accidentally knocked a half-full cup of coffee on the floor.
"Ah shit." Ethan muttered as the cold coffee splattered all over the right leg of his utility coveralls and onto the floor. He picked up the empty cup and tossed it into the trash and then stripped off his now damp coveralls. He wore a grey dress shirt and black slacks as part of his uniform required by the staff dress code, which never really made much sense to him since anything he wore was always concealed under his coveralls. Whatever. He grabbed his broom and walked down the hall a short distance to where the maintenance closet was. He deposited his broom and coveralls and wheeled out his mop and bucket, then returned to the classroom to clean up the mess, muttering under his breath the whole time about Prof. Miles' laziness.
"Can't the guy just throw away his own fucking trash for once?" he cursed quietly. After mopping up the spilled coffee he turned to the array of paperwork strewn about the desk. Ethan shook his head as he collected the various papers and put them in their proper place. As he was straightening out the desk, he noticed Prof. Miles' brown tweed blazer with the leather patches on the elbows hung over the back of his chair. Ethan picked it up and turned it over a few times, examining the label and wondering how much the damn thing cost. On a lark, he slipped it on. "Is this all it takes to be a philosophy professor." he quipped aloud in a mocking tone. It actually fit him pretty well. He also noticed a tie flung over the arm of the chair. "What a lazy bastard." Ethan continued, picking it up and draping it around his neck. "Asshole probably thinks I don't know how to tie one of these!" he said, as he defiantly tied it into a half windsor knot. "There! How do you like that?" Ethan said as he finished the tie. He sat down at the desk and looked around at the empty classroom, which actually looked clean for a change thanks to him. "Yeah, Prof. Miles thinks he's so smart and important. Hell, I could do his fucking job!" he quipped again, flipping open a notebook and reading over the course plan.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ethan hastily stood up and was about to take off the blazer when the door opened a crack and an attractive young women stuck her head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Miles?" she asked.
(OOC: Please PM me if you would like to join. Thank you.)
For most, being a janitor is one of the worst jobs in the world. Maybe for some it is, but Ethan Douglas was one of the few janitors who actually liked his job. Sort of.
Ethan had been working at Cavalier University, a small liberal arts college, for about a year. Janitors are not known for getting paid particularly well but Ethan actually made a decent living for a job that mainly consisted of mopping floors and scrubbing sinks. Plus the campus was always filled with young college hotties so at least he had something to look at during work hours. And while the blue-collar working class was generally looked down upon as some sort of untouchables, Ethan got along pretty well with the faculty; mostly his fellow staff like the nurse, the greenskeeper, the tech support guy, etc. But he also had a good working had a good working relationship with most of the instructors. They understood that Ethan did his job just as they did and they all treated him as an equal. All except Professor Miles.
Prof. Miles was the head of the philosophy department, a guy who thought of himself as an academic prodigy. He had studied at some big, fancy university in Paris or something which automatically made him a genius in his eyes. Ethan remembered taking a few philosophy courses back in his college days. What a load of bullshit. And Prof. Miles was the worst of the worst. Ever since Ethan started working there, Miles had held a certain disdain for him. He seemed to think that just because Ethan was a janitor he was an uneducated yokel who couldn't get a better job. Asshole! Ethan had graduated college just the same as him. Maybe not with honors and maybe not with the same degree but what difference did it make? If being a philosophy teacher turned you into such a giant prick Ethan felt better off pushing a mop around.
It often surprised Ethan that, for a guy who took himself way too fucking seriously, Prof. Miles was something of a slob. His desk looked like an absolute pigsty most of the time. Ethan probably spent a good half-hour straightening the place up for him, wiping down the desk, tossing out styrofoam cups and napkins, tucking papers back in folders where they belonged. And did Prof. Miles ever say thank you? Even once? Of course not.
It was a Tuesday morning of a new semester. The freshmen class had just had their orientation the day before, with today being their first real day of class. Ethan was busy tidying up Prof. Miles' classroom again. Jesus, even on days when he didn't actually have any students he still managed to make a fucking mess. Ethan was sweeping the floor by the desk when his broom handle accidentally knocked a half-full cup of coffee on the floor.
"Ah shit." Ethan muttered as the cold coffee splattered all over the right leg of his utility coveralls and onto the floor. He picked up the empty cup and tossed it into the trash and then stripped off his now damp coveralls. He wore a grey dress shirt and black slacks as part of his uniform required by the staff dress code, which never really made much sense to him since anything he wore was always concealed under his coveralls. Whatever. He grabbed his broom and walked down the hall a short distance to where the maintenance closet was. He deposited his broom and coveralls and wheeled out his mop and bucket, then returned to the classroom to clean up the mess, muttering under his breath the whole time about Prof. Miles' laziness.
"Can't the guy just throw away his own fucking trash for once?" he cursed quietly. After mopping up the spilled coffee he turned to the array of paperwork strewn about the desk. Ethan shook his head as he collected the various papers and put them in their proper place. As he was straightening out the desk, he noticed Prof. Miles' brown tweed blazer with the leather patches on the elbows hung over the back of his chair. Ethan picked it up and turned it over a few times, examining the label and wondering how much the damn thing cost. On a lark, he slipped it on. "Is this all it takes to be a philosophy professor." he quipped aloud in a mocking tone. It actually fit him pretty well. He also noticed a tie flung over the arm of the chair. "What a lazy bastard." Ethan continued, picking it up and draping it around his neck. "Asshole probably thinks I don't know how to tie one of these!" he said, as he defiantly tied it into a half windsor knot. "There! How do you like that?" Ethan said as he finished the tie. He sat down at the desk and looked around at the empty classroom, which actually looked clean for a change thanks to him. "Yeah, Prof. Miles thinks he's so smart and important. Hell, I could do his fucking job!" he quipped again, flipping open a notebook and reading over the course plan.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ethan hastily stood up and was about to take off the blazer when the door opened a crack and an attractive young women stuck her head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Miles?" she asked.
(OOC: Please PM me if you would like to join. Thank you.)
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