Perhaps he hadn't picked the best day to submit an application, what with all the activity in the clinic. Desks seemed to have at least one patient at them at all times, and several in the waiting rooms of the departments he passed by. Maybe things would be calmer with administration. Then again that might be a false assumption; it was a paper-pushing department after all.
He bit the inside of his lower lip, wondering if they'd ask for an interview on the same day. His garments didn't exactly fit such a business-like task. A black leather jacket with a ring of rivets around both cuffs, a white undershirt that looked about two years lived in, and jeans that were probably once the color of the jacket that had now faded to a dishwater gray. They were, literally, the clothes on his back since he had arrived at this realm. Way I figure it, he thought, I can either put my training to use, assuming they take me, or I get stuck with some part-time gig at the docks shoveling seagull crap. He needed the money, that was a given, but something else nagged at his mind. Something told him that taking a chance on this was almost like a step in the right direction from....never mind.
He pushed open the door to the administrator's office, turning to the receptionist stationed behind her desk. "Excuse me, ma'am...." He spoke, trying to soften up his red eyes to his best extent. "I have an application to turn in, concerning any possible positions you might have in the ER. I wasn't sure if this was the department that handled that sort of thing, but I decided to try here anyways."
He bit the inside of his lower lip, wondering if they'd ask for an interview on the same day. His garments didn't exactly fit such a business-like task. A black leather jacket with a ring of rivets around both cuffs, a white undershirt that looked about two years lived in, and jeans that were probably once the color of the jacket that had now faded to a dishwater gray. They were, literally, the clothes on his back since he had arrived at this realm. Way I figure it, he thought, I can either put my training to use, assuming they take me, or I get stuck with some part-time gig at the docks shoveling seagull crap. He needed the money, that was a given, but something else nagged at his mind. Something told him that taking a chance on this was almost like a step in the right direction from....never mind.
He pushed open the door to the administrator's office, turning to the receptionist stationed behind her desk. "Excuse me, ma'am...." He spoke, trying to soften up his red eyes to his best extent. "I have an application to turn in, concerning any possible positions you might have in the ER. I wasn't sure if this was the department that handled that sort of thing, but I decided to try here anyways."