Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 17:00:19 GMT
Another day, another day. Genesis sighed a little as she walked into work, her heels clicking sharply on the sleek tile flooring. Nodding at the secretary sitting at the front desk, she went back to her office labeled "Dr. Dayan," thankfully showing no record of her actual embarrassment of a name, and sat at the desk.
There were a few other psychiatrists in this office, but none of them were in yet. They had apparently gotten lazy over the years, and even though Genesis wasn't a huge fan of her work some days, it was still her job. Apparently she was one of the only ones around who actually cared. Besides, if they weren't here, they couldn't take appointments, and then they didn't get any money.
Booting up her computer she logged into the scheduling system, checking to see who was first on the list today. Clarice Ashworth. Right at 8 a.m., her first appointment of the day. The name meant nothing to her, obviously, but it did note that she was coming on physician's orders. That usually meant they weren't coming on their own will, and that usually meant they were difficult.
Paging the front desk, she alerted the secretary that she was ready whenever Ms. Ashworth showed up, and that she could simply be shown into her office. Sitting back in her chair, she waited, unaware of the storm that was brewing behind the calm.
@clarice
There were a few other psychiatrists in this office, but none of them were in yet. They had apparently gotten lazy over the years, and even though Genesis wasn't a huge fan of her work some days, it was still her job. Apparently she was one of the only ones around who actually cared. Besides, if they weren't here, they couldn't take appointments, and then they didn't get any money.
Booting up her computer she logged into the scheduling system, checking to see who was first on the list today. Clarice Ashworth. Right at 8 a.m., her first appointment of the day. The name meant nothing to her, obviously, but it did note that she was coming on physician's orders. That usually meant they weren't coming on their own will, and that usually meant they were difficult.
Paging the front desk, she alerted the secretary that she was ready whenever Ms. Ashworth showed up, and that she could simply be shown into her office. Sitting back in her chair, she waited, unaware of the storm that was brewing behind the calm.
@clarice
