The Sharkivist is In
For day five of @tmaappreciationweek, “what if” Jon has one of those plush blåhaj sharks from ikea
The shark was sitting in his desk chair when Jon opened his office door. Actually sitting in it, with a “hello my name is” sticker stuck to it with “Jonathan Swims, Head Sharkivist” written on it in black marker. At first, Jon was annoyed, he had no idea where to put the shark as his office was already too crowded with filing cabinets and boxes of miscellaneous statements. Then a small, petty voice inside him whispered that he should just… go along with whatever scheme that the others had hatched. So Jon turned around and walked out of his office, sat down at one of the unoccupied desks, and pulled out a book from his bag.
There was a collective muttering from his assistants and Jon did his best to hide his smile. Tim was the first to speak up, his expression cheerful but there was a definite glint to his eyes. “What’re you doing out here, boss?”
Jon continued to read for a few seconds- for dramatic effect of course- before glancing up at Tim. “Oh, sorry. Were you talking to me?”
“Yeah,” to Jon’s delight the assistants seemed confused. “Why aren’t you in your office?”
“It would appear,” it was getting harder to keep from smiling. “I’ve been demoted. Someone else was in my office, and he seems to be doing a rather good job, so…” With a shrug, Jon returned to the book. “I guess I’ll wait to see what he wants me to do.”