"Jon, this is getting out of hand. You can't keep staying after hours. You need to go home. Look at yourself - you're dead on your feet."
Jon was jolted by the sudden intrusion by Elias. How long had he been there, and Jon hadn't notice him even come in? Had he fallen asleep at his desk again?
He probably looked every bit as tired as he felt. But he had to finish this up. He was so far from getting the Archives to a manageable state but this part? He was close. He had to be. And here was the man he was desperate to impress telling him to just.. give up and go home?
"I'm nearly done here Mr Bouchard, and then I can head home." Jon said, the exhaustion creeping into his tone. "Once we get the Archives more manageable I-" he paused to think about how he should finish his sentence.
He didn't want his boss to think he was incapable of his job, or that his staff was either. But he couldn't leave it like this.
He truly was a workaholic, and it only got worse when he was hired to the position of Head Archivist, desperate to prove to Elias that he made the right decision. Even at the cost if his health and his friends . But that's why he got this job right? Something he hadnt even applied for. He got the job over Sasha because of his work ethic. It had to be.
Still; Jon was fighting to keep his eyes focused, as he sipped at his now long cold tea that was bitter from overbrewing and twice the amount of tea bags truly needed. But the caffiene could keep him going. It had too. At least for another hour so he could finish this, and if need be he could slink off to the cot he had prepared for nights like these. Besides, this had worked for him throughout university, why not now?
