Originally there were three men named John/Jon at the office. In his earliest weeks, our Jon was referred to as “Rookie,” to distinguish him. Then they hired another young man — also, sadly, named John — which knocked that idea into a cocked hat.
Still, things are going well for Jon these days. After enduring seven months at a terrible hole of an apartment, where the police were worryingly frequent visitors to his loud and drunken neighbors, Jon recently found a new place, a studio cottage in a quiet section of town.
I will help him move the last of his furniture tomorrow.