Post by anderssjodin on Jan 3, 2012 20:32:44 GMT -6
Anders had been sitting in his office in the medical wing, reviewing the requests to replenish inventory. He’d lost the one nurse who was employed by the school, and while he was hardly run off his feet with all the work, he thought that as a doctor, and a trained surgeon at that, he was above having to do this sort of thing. A nurse or some sort of administrator was more suited to this kind of bothersome paperwork. He made a mental note to bug the powers that be again about getting someone else hired here. He was getting paper cuts for goodness sake, paper cuts! A slice from a slipped scalpel was one thing, but a bloody paper cut? No, that was just simply not acceptable. After about an hour in his office, 45 minutes of which was spent moaning about how he shouldn’t have to be doing it, and 15 minutes actually completing the paperwork, the giant Swede decided it was well past time for a coffee break.
He abandoned his desk, and instead of using the fancy, gleaming looking espresso maker he’d bought for his office, he decided instead to head to the school’s cafeteria, for a cup of the thick swill they called coffee. It reminded him of the stuff he used to get from the old, barely operational coffee machine at the hospital where he’d done his residency. Sometimes, he craved the dark sludge far more than the expensive brew he could get using his own machine. Making his way through the halls, he arrived at the cafeteria, by passing the food and making his way to silver coffee dispensers, set aside for the staff. He grabbed a Styrofoam cup, and knowing full well the stuff had probably been sitting there since morning, he happily filled his cup. Taking the overly full mug in his hand he left the cafeteria, going out the doors and settling himself down on the steps in front of the schools entrance to get a bit of fresh air as he slurped back his coffee.
He abandoned his desk, and instead of using the fancy, gleaming looking espresso maker he’d bought for his office, he decided instead to head to the school’s cafeteria, for a cup of the thick swill they called coffee. It reminded him of the stuff he used to get from the old, barely operational coffee machine at the hospital where he’d done his residency. Sometimes, he craved the dark sludge far more than the expensive brew he could get using his own machine. Making his way through the halls, he arrived at the cafeteria, by passing the food and making his way to silver coffee dispensers, set aside for the staff. He grabbed a Styrofoam cup, and knowing full well the stuff had probably been sitting there since morning, he happily filled his cup. Taking the overly full mug in his hand he left the cafeteria, going out the doors and settling himself down on the steps in front of the schools entrance to get a bit of fresh air as he slurped back his coffee.