Office Hours; Office #3; Friday [01/07].

At this point, Summer was definitely not expecting any visitors to her office, but she had said she'd be available this week, and so she was there in her office again that Friday. With her laptop, and taking care of some business remotely between her fifty million jobs and general upkeep on her Instagram and also trying to figure out how the hell to do a theme for someone who apparently wanted to hire her for jello shot catering for Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

Liiiiiike....

Okay, a job was a job, but she felt that that one had the potential to get super awkward. Honestly, though, at this point, she was mostly just wondering if she had the patience to just spell out the entire 'I Have A Dream' speech in alocholic letter-shaped jello jigglers and call that good.

[[ door and post are ooopen! sp very likely across the board for me though because my job hates me (it's okay, though. I hate it back) ]]