Days at Arkham were always busy, but no matter what, it was essential to take a coffee break. The staff were so overworked that it was a necessity otherwise they would break down with emotional episodes in the corridors. Joanne despised these individuals who would take up space in the corridors, leaning against the walls and sobbing. Some of them were quiet about it whereas other’s would wail. No matter the level of their outburst, they were still in ehr way, and Joanne was one of the few staff members who was actually productive with their day. Whereas some other staff members would spend their day staring at the clock and wishing time to go faster, Joanne would glare at the clock when she noticed that it was the end of the working day. She enjoyed her work and she excelled at.Â
Sometimes, even she took breaks though and entered the canteen. There was a canteen for the residents of the Asylum and then there was a smaller staff canteen in a different area of the Asylum so as to keep residents and staff seperate.Â
It was a Tuesday afternoon when Joanne entered, her hair tied back in a bun and her coffee cup in her hand. She was coming for a refill but also to pick up a blueberry muffin. She had neglected to eat breakfast that morning and her hunger was starting to get the better of her.Â
She purchased her muffin and filled her coffee cup, taking a seat in the furthest corner right up against the wall. She didn’t tend to like socialising with other’s, and she was getting slowly engrossed in her reading material for the evening, a fiction book about Sigmund Freud visiting America called The Interpretation of Murder. She pulled the book out and continued reading where she had last left off, barely noticing the people milling around her.Â