Characters: Ianto, Lisa, Team.
Written For: Challenge 529: Frustration at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is swamped with work and there’s no escape.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed heavily, realising he hadn’t known what frustration was until he’d come to work for Torchwood Three. He’d been so naïve! Now he was dealing with people who’d apparently never learned to tidy up after themselves, didn’t get their reports written unless he nagged them constantly, even then usually handing them in late, and who were incapable of using spellcheck.
He frequently ended up having to rewrite everyone else’s work, except for Tosh’s. He supposed he should be thankful at least one member of the team was capable of doing their work efficiently and on time. Did they think he had nothing better to do?
It was a miracle he wasn’t bald considering that most days he got so frustrated with his colleagues he felt like tearing his hair out by the roots. Not that they’d even notice if he did, too wrapped up in their own little worlds.
He’d vaguely thought his life would be a bit easier with Lisa gone, but it wasn’t. Now he didn’t even have the distraction caring for her used to provide, or anyone he could complain to about work. He was drowning and no one cared about him enough to save him.