First Day at Work (Tag Clinic staff/managers, open to anyone on her route)
After the freaky first day here (wherever here was, I still didn't understand that... but I was getting used to not getting things explained), it wasn't until I started to catch a faint whif of 'eau de zombie' about myself that I dared venture out of the hotel.
And wasn't that a kick in the ass? When they gave me the room key and I found the door, I almost ran back to the front desk to admit to the mistake.
A suite? A freaking suite? For me?? The room was almost as big as the place my dad and I lived in back home!
There was a note on the desk when I checked in, letting me know I could find a morgue position at the clinic and a handy map. Great. Another anonymous letter-writer, telling me how to live my life.
Not that I was going to kick too hard about a chance to get my hands on brains.
But that was then. This morning I was up bright and early. I worked the frizz of my hair and bemoaned not having anything to bleach out my roots, washing carefully and making sure I was as presentable as I could be.
So I made my way from the hotel room, through the city streets, shivering badly. It was as cold as the corpse storage out there! I made a mental note to get a REALLY warm coat. The button shirt and jeans look wouldn't cut it for too long.
Once I got to the clinic, I looked around trying to do three things at once. Warm up (and that felt damn important), figure out who I was going to report to, and finally not look too stupid while doing both of the other two at once.
And wasn't that a kick in the ass? When they gave me the room key and I found the door, I almost ran back to the front desk to admit to the mistake.
A suite? A freaking suite? For me?? The room was almost as big as the place my dad and I lived in back home!
There was a note on the desk when I checked in, letting me know I could find a morgue position at the clinic and a handy map. Great. Another anonymous letter-writer, telling me how to live my life.
Not that I was going to kick too hard about a chance to get my hands on brains.
But that was then. This morning I was up bright and early. I worked the frizz of my hair and bemoaned not having anything to bleach out my roots, washing carefully and making sure I was as presentable as I could be.
So I made my way from the hotel room, through the city streets, shivering badly. It was as cold as the corpse storage out there! I made a mental note to get a REALLY warm coat. The button shirt and jeans look wouldn't cut it for too long.
Once I got to the clinic, I looked around trying to do three things at once. Warm up (and that felt damn important), figure out who I was going to report to, and finally not look too stupid while doing both of the other two at once.