Coffee, coffee, coffee...break

The hospital is painted a cheerful yellow, perhaps to offset the doom and gloom of death and pain often associated with such places. But paint or no paint, this place is buzzing, just like every other hospital in America. There are doctors and nurses on call twenty-four seven, so whether a kid broke their arm, or somebody took one too many of those male enhancement pills, there's always someone here.

Coffee, coffee, coffee...break

Joined: Dec 22 2013, 11:06 PM

Dec 24 2013, 04:21 PM #1

For a first week on a job in a career that was still relatively newish to him, Jack thought that things were going pretty well. He was finding his way around, and the few runs that he'd been on so far hadn't been anything he couldn't handle it. It was nearing the end of his shift, and the busy work that he'd needed to do was completed, so he saw nothing wrong with grabbing a quick cup of coffee. He had no doubt that if he was missing something, or should be doing something else, that someone would quickly tell him and send him on his way, which he wouldn't mind. He had no real issue with taking orders from superiors, as long as they weren't assholes about it. He had a job to do , and he wanted to do it well, period.

He took a seat in the hospital's cafeteria after getting a cup of coffee from one of the vending machines, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He'd been meaning to try and get to know more people, but settling in, finding his way around town and familiarizing himself with his new home was taking a lot longer than he'd expected. This was his first time living far away from his family, even in college, he'd been close to his brother who was in grad school at the same university. He felt a little bit lost at sea, but he was a grown man and it was high time he really start striking out on his own. He took a sip from the paper cup, grimacing at how bitter it was, a little strong for his taste. But for a buck and a half, what else did he really expect?
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Dec 24 2013, 08:15 PM #2

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Dec 25 2013, 09:12 PM #3

Jack looked up, surprised to see someone joining him. "O....kay," he said tentatively as he looked at the other man, trying to bring a name up to go with the face. He'd met so many people over the last few days, but it seemed like with the doctors, for the most part, he was getting rushed introductions as he and the other EMTs were wheeling in gurneys, rattling off injury information about the patients. So it was difficult to recall every name, every position. But he knew this guy was a doctor (if he didn't remember it, the ID tags they all wore would have been a giveaway for sure), and he was thinking that he was a relatively important one at that, if memory served. And his name was.... Ed...something? Maybe? He wasn't sure.

He followed the other man's gaze as he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the intern that was lingering around. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "Got a shadow?" he asked the other man, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, nodding subtly in the direction of the intern. Sure, it wasn't that long ago that Jack himself had been someone's shadow, learning the ropes of his new career. But he was more experienced now, not a novice, and everyone knows that as soon as you're done being the trainee, you can poke a little fun at the new ones who come along.
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Jan 2 2014, 08:31 AM #4

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Jan 2 2014, 07:10 PM #5

"Jack Coleman," Jack replied, introducing himself as well. He almost reached his own hand out, simply out of habit, but then just in time it hit him why the other man hadn't done the same, so he simply picked up his coffee cup again. "How long's this one been with you?" he asked, glancing again in the direction of the intern. Luckily, in his job, he hadn't had to shadow anyone for very long, and he didn't anticipate ever having to deal with a tagalong for more than a few days. He loved his job, knew that it was important, but that it didn't really compare to the training and education that doctors had to have.

"And more importantly, is there somewhere in this building that I can get a better cup of coffee than this one? I'm not sure that this stuff should even be legal." The longer he sat there, the more the coffee tasted like tar, and he was pretty sure that no amount of cream and sugar could fix it. He preferred it black, but this was difficult to even get down. And if he could avoid riding up and down the elevators in search of a waiting area that had a decent cup of joe, well then he'd consider it even, helping to give this guy a break from his intern.
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