"Ma'am, Ma'am, What Should We Do?" The Fresh Rookies Crowd Around Me While I Am Simply Enjoying My Peace.

"Ma'am, ma'am, what should we do?" The fresh rookies crowd around me while I am simply enjoying my peace. Or, well, trying to enjoy my peace. I set my coffee down.

"You lot," I begin as they go quiet, "truly have some gall, crowdin' around me like ducklings with their mother duck."

They look at me in bewilderment, utter shock in those innocent eyes.

"You heard me," I say. "This is the SCP foundation, not the babysitter club. Now calm the hell down and figure out, rationally, how to solve this problem."

As they go their own ways and start talking solutions and containment procedures with their voices still audibly shaking, I make a note in my phone: 'teach new rookies how to deal with their jobs'.

Alarms blare throughout the facility. Screams and gunshots echo through the halls. The rookie scientists around you are in panic. You sip your coffee at the breakroom table in peace, “just another tuesday.” You state calmy.