At least there's not a full moon tonight...
WHO: Elizaveta, anyone else who wants to join
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital
WHAT: Working- urge to kill: rising
"Elizabethetia!"
Elizaveta winced as she heard her name being murdered by a shrill voice. Nurse Patsy, the night shift manager, seemed to materialize in front of her in a vision of puffy, bleached hair. Honestly, she could have been standing there for several minutes and the Hungarian girl would not have noticed. At the moment she was teetering on having a mental breakdown that equaled the massive pile of medical records she still had to process, or physically dying of boredom. Now with the one person she hated at this hospital standing in front of her with that pinched-up, painted on face of hers, clutching even more sheets in those claws of hers, adding pent-up, simmering rage to her already unbalanced emotional state-
But her mind was digressing from the task at hand. Elizaveta took a shallow breath and forced a small smile. "Yes, Nurse Patsy?" she asked politely, demurely, goddammit. The old hag seemed to enjoy this, her own thin-lipped sneer mirroring the younger woman's grimace. "I was wondering if you could encode these for me," she said sweetly as she dropped the papers onto the already burdened desk. Elizaveta stared at them in disbelief, then back up to her boss. This wasn't a matter of 'could you', this was 'do this or I will have you fired'. "Oh, of course. As soon as I'm done," she responded, her smile more strained than before. God, she wished she had a frying pan on her right now. Then the cow would see who was top woman in the office!
Elizaveta shook her head vehemently to shake the thought from her mind, but stored the image of placing Patsy's head on a pike for later. She opened her eyes and saw that, some time during her reverie, the nurse had disappeared, leaving her once again alone in the hospital lobby. "Fucking bitch," she whispered lowly before she began to mindlessly riffle through the medical bills. It was bad enough that she was working on yet another Thursday night, but she had to do all the receptionist's duties as well as her own. Why did Sandra's father's funeral have to be today, anyway? Elizaveta groaned and leaned back in her chair. "The universe truly hates me tonight," she complained, massaging the back of her head. "I wonder how this will get worse?"
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital
WHAT: Working- urge to kill: rising
"Elizabethetia!"
Elizaveta winced as she heard her name being murdered by a shrill voice. Nurse Patsy, the night shift manager, seemed to materialize in front of her in a vision of puffy, bleached hair. Honestly, she could have been standing there for several minutes and the Hungarian girl would not have noticed. At the moment she was teetering on having a mental breakdown that equaled the massive pile of medical records she still had to process, or physically dying of boredom. Now with the one person she hated at this hospital standing in front of her with that pinched-up, painted on face of hers, clutching even more sheets in those claws of hers, adding pent-up, simmering rage to her already unbalanced emotional state-
But her mind was digressing from the task at hand. Elizaveta took a shallow breath and forced a small smile. "Yes, Nurse Patsy?" she asked politely, demurely, goddammit. The old hag seemed to enjoy this, her own thin-lipped sneer mirroring the younger woman's grimace. "I was wondering if you could encode these for me," she said sweetly as she dropped the papers onto the already burdened desk. Elizaveta stared at them in disbelief, then back up to her boss. This wasn't a matter of 'could you', this was 'do this or I will have you fired'. "Oh, of course. As soon as I'm done," she responded, her smile more strained than before. God, she wished she had a frying pan on her right now. Then the cow would see who was top woman in the office!
Elizaveta shook her head vehemently to shake the thought from her mind, but stored the image of placing Patsy's head on a pike for later. She opened her eyes and saw that, some time during her reverie, the nurse had disappeared, leaving her once again alone in the hospital lobby. "Fucking bitch," she whispered lowly before she began to mindlessly riffle through the medical bills. It was bad enough that she was working on yet another Thursday night, but she had to do all the receptionist's duties as well as her own. Why did Sandra's father's funeral have to be today, anyway? Elizaveta groaned and leaned back in her chair. "The universe truly hates me tonight," she complained, massaging the back of her head. "I wonder how this will get worse?"