bigdamnprincipal: (i am the queen of all i survey)
With the influx of new students and staff, Zoe had a larger-than-usual cup of coffee this morning as she continued to work her way through everyone's files to search for red flags.

Occasionally, she'd stop and check Twitter on her phone, but everyone had their vices and she had all sorts of fun sports to keep track of these days.

[Zoe being in her office is good for the radio, but the thread inside is NFB!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am actually smiling)
Zoe was never quite sure how Parents Weekend would go, but she was here in her office nonetheless, in case anyone wanted to talk to her. If no one wanted to talk to her, well, she had enough paperwork to keep her from getting bored.
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Zoe had figured out that something weird was going on, but it didn't seem bad, so she was continuing about her day as usual for the time being. That meant making sure her files had everything from the first week of school, and peeking at the applications she'd gotten so far for the Student Council. It was already shaping up to be another strange year, that was for sure.

[Open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Zoe was sitting behind her desk, looking rather busy as she tapped at her computer keyboard. Anyone who came up behind her would see that she was looking at a number of gun websites, but hopefully parents or family members who wanted to talk to her would use the door, and not the window.

[Open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am the principal of this establishment)
If there was one lesson Zoe was learning from this singing bug situation, it was that patience was not one of her great virtues. She was grumbling under her breath as hold music came out of the speaker on her phone, as it had been for most of the morning with different companies.

If there was a second lesson Zoe was learning, it was that if she wanted an exterminator to come to the island, she should probably skip mentioning that the bugs were singing, because getting laughed at and hung up on after listening to hold music was going to make her violent before too much longer.

[Door and post are open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Considering the school somehow knew students were coming before they'd even arrived, Zoe was always surprised by how much physical paperwork the beginning of a new term brought. She currently had piles of folders scattered around her desk in organized chaos form; eventually, everything would be back in the filing cabinets, but until then there was a bit of a maze going on to get through the room.

This wasn't quite how she'd imagined her adult life to be, but it could have been a lot worse.

[Open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am actually smiling)
With graduation on the horizon, Zoe was spending her week taking care of last minute details. It seemed that the company that had taken care of the school's front lawn last year was refusing to come back (something about one of their workers having to fight off a gremlin with a trowel - Zoe didn't ask too many questions, she just agreed to let them go) so she was currently on the phone with a new company to see if they could come out instead.

Not that she'd managed to talk to anyone yet, but their website looked promising and their hold music was pleasant enough, so she was sticking this out. She'd be more than happy to talk to anyone while she was waiting though.

[Open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am glaring up)
Zoe's first order of business today had been to e-mail the Student Council and tell them not to come for any sort of meeting. She knew many of them would probably be outside, and she didn't want to know what they were getting themselves into, but at least she could take a small comfort in knowing that she'd tried to keep them inside the dorm.

From that point, she'd spent most of her morning organizing her weapons, and now she was cleaning some of her smaller guns while Grace was quietly reading. At some point, she supposed she'd have to teach Grace how to do this sort of thing, but Zoe wasn't ready for that quite yet.

[Open! Heeey StuCo, that link is a post in the community, in case you guys are logged in elsewhere and didn't see it yet.]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am glaring up)
It had been one thing when the weird talk had just been about folks thinking they were the wrong people, or waking up with the wrong bits and such. Those were all things that had happened before and would likely happen again, although maybe not for as long as this had been going on. Still, Zoe hadn't been too worried, but now there were new folks, and unscheduled new folks were almost never a good sign - especially when one of them was apparently named Jamie Madrox. There were just some island tricks that were not all right, and while Zoe wasn't much of a writer, she was still trying to take notes on what the radio had been saying these last few days.

[Door and post are open! There will be SP during the day, sigh work.]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am deep in thought)
After sending out a handwavy message canceling the Student Council meeting due to the impending spring break, Zoe settled in at her desk to get ready for the break herself. That meant a lot of inbox cleaning (she was not looking at anything over the break, unless the world was genuinely ending) and wondering exactly where some of this spam came from and what kind of body parts the spammers thought she had. She almost missed Nigerian princes offering her money at this point.

[Door and post are open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am actually smiling)
In preparation for Thanksgiving, Zoe had turned to the internet to figure out the best way to prepare a turkey without poisoning large parts of Fandom's population. Many hours later, she was still stuck on the Food Network site, amazed not only at the sheer number of recipes, but by the argumentative comments people made under each one about which one was best. Seriously, did these people have nothing better to do with their time?

Anyone who might want to come by and renew Zoe's faith in humanity would be more than welcome.

[Door and post are open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Zoe usually got to her office at a respectable hour, but with parents and guardians and friends on the horizon, she got settled in even earlier, wanting to make sure she had her inbox clear before the meet and greet in the afternoon.

She was more than a little concerned that the feeling that had overtaken the island didn't seem to be going away yet. There was a fan on her desk blowing right at her, but it wasn't doing a whole lot to help. Sometimes, this job could be painfully unpleasant.

[Door and post are open to island folks and guests!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am the principal of this establishment)
For Zoe, the worst part about the last weekend hadn't been her future. It had been Grace being a hunter, Dean being an archangel, and Sam being the devil. Were Winchesters not allowed to be happy or something?

Yeah, Zoe had decided that question went better unanswered, and was taking her frustration out on stacks of old paperwork by shredding them. It wasn't necessarily making her feel better, but at least she was being productive.
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Despite all her time in Fandom, Zoe still found it strange to have classes over the summer, but she had to admit it was a pleasant experience. The weather was nice enough for her to open the windows in her office, the paperwork flow was reduced to the point where she could actually stay on top of things, and most of the school board spent the summer months on vacations, which meant she hadn't gotten any obnoxious phone calls in days.

At the moment, Zoe was enjoying her second cup of coffee of the day, and weeding through her e-mail. Someone kept signing her up for a Bea Arthur mailing list and not only could she not seem to stay unsubscribed, but some of those messages were just not right.

[Open for all of your principal-mooning needs! Please let me know if you'd like your character to be caught and given detention!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
Zoe had woken up in a strange, though not entirely unfamiliar mood today, but she was trying not to think about it with John currently being incommunicado and Grace running around the hallways. Thankfully, she had plenty of distractions to deal with, like trying to decide whether the latest batch of emails from the school board were April Fool's jokes or things she might have to take seriously. She was considering pretending they weren't real no matter what, for her own sanity, and for the safety of her poor computer.

[Open dooor!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
There was a part of Zoe that loved adventure, that loved flying around and exploring space and shooting people who needed to be shot. But there was also a part of Zoe, now, that loved sitting in this office, as quiet as it was in comparison. She'd moved everything back to where she'd had it before (or, at least, where she'd thought she'd had it), and was currently busy dealing with emails from the school board.

Okay, maybe that part she hadn't missed.

[Open door is open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (Default)
Despite the many distractions that trying to pack with a five year old around provided, Zoe had managed to get everything in her office into boxes, and all neatly stacked against the wall. There was still a long list of things she needed to accomplish today to make sure everything would go smoothly tomorrow, but for the moment, she was sitting at her desk--the desk, she supposed it wasn't really hers anymore--thinking about the first time she'd come in here. It was, she realized, going to be just as strange to leave as it had been to arrive.

[Zoe's last post in Fandom for a while! *cling*]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am glancing up)
One of the troubles with staying in one place for so long was accumulating way too much unnecessary stuff. There were a lot of things in Zoe's office that she just wouldn't need soon enough, and she was determined that by the end of the day, she would have everything separated into piles of things to throw away, and things with sentimental value. Judging from how things were looking so far, she was a little worried that second pile would be a lot bigger than the first, but it seemed kind of fitting considering how hard the decision to leave had been to make.

[Door and post are open! SP mode is on until this afternoon!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am glancing up)
Zoe wasn't sure why there were gremlins outside her office door making scary humming sounds, but she was going to let it go for about another minute and a half before she broke out her water gun. She would have broken out a real gun, but it would probably leave a bigger mess to clean up.

[Door and post are open! SP during the day!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am deep in thought)
The most difficult thing about surviving island weirdness was trying to find a way to explain what had happened to others. She and Sam had agreed that none of the other members of their family needed to know about what Umbridge had done, but she needed to talk to someone about it, and that meant trying to figure out what to say in a message to Mal.

Whether or not she'd ask if he needed her back on Serenity remained to be seen.

[Door and post are open!]

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