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The filing room of the pokemon center, despite not being seen by the clientele, was probably the busiest part of the building. Patient files were constantly being shuffled and reshuffled from various folders based on different happenings. Every time a patient's condition bettered or worsened, their file needed to be moved. When a new patient was admitted, a new file needed to be created. When a patient checked out, their file needed to be stored for easy retrieval in case a center in another city requested it. Whenever you thought you were done, someone arrived with a new list of files that needed to be pulled, updated, and resorted. There was a reason it paid well, and it was simply for the fact that the turnover rate was ridiculous.
"I said I'd HELP and you're treating me like a slave!" a young girl whined at one of the Joys as she turned over her namebadge and stormed out the front door. "No way this is worth what you pay people, I can come up with easier ways to make money!"
For her part, Belphe barely looked up from collecting manilla folders out of the Joys' front desk basket to take with her back to the filing room. She was used to this by now...they lost at least one person every couple days and replaced them just as quickly with the amount of adventurers filtering in and out of Goldenrod. The relentless pace didn't particularly bother her as it meant her shift went by quicker, though being shorthanded even for a few hours was frustrating.
"Miss Belphe?" she turned to regard the Joy to her left inquisitively.
"Nurse Joy...?"
"Could I have a word with you about your attire, please?"
Red eyes narrowed just slightly. THAT wasn't new either. Whenever they lost someone, the Joys cracked down just a little harder on the remaining workers as if running a tighter ship might keep them from losing more people. Though this was the first time they'd turned their crosshairs on her and, she felt, they had some nerve criticizing the dress code handed down by the Golden Witch herself.
By the time she returned to the filing room a few minutes later, she'd been told gently to find a skirt that was at least knee-length by tomorrow, and to tell the others to cut lunch short by ten minutes today to pick up the slack of the person they'd just lost..
All of this, and she was only two hours into her shift...
[Locked text to the stakes in Goldenrod]
I may be late getting back to the inn today due to events at work. If you tell me what you want, I'll bring dinner.
[Locked text to Ryuzaki]
I am going to the department store after my shift ends to beat the evening crowd. You can come along if you like.
"I said I'd HELP and you're treating me like a slave!" a young girl whined at one of the Joys as she turned over her namebadge and stormed out the front door. "No way this is worth what you pay people, I can come up with easier ways to make money!"
For her part, Belphe barely looked up from collecting manilla folders out of the Joys' front desk basket to take with her back to the filing room. She was used to this by now...they lost at least one person every couple days and replaced them just as quickly with the amount of adventurers filtering in and out of Goldenrod. The relentless pace didn't particularly bother her as it meant her shift went by quicker, though being shorthanded even for a few hours was frustrating.
"Miss Belphe?" she turned to regard the Joy to her left inquisitively.
"Nurse Joy...?"
"Could I have a word with you about your attire, please?"
Red eyes narrowed just slightly. THAT wasn't new either. Whenever they lost someone, the Joys cracked down just a little harder on the remaining workers as if running a tighter ship might keep them from losing more people. Though this was the first time they'd turned their crosshairs on her and, she felt, they had some nerve criticizing the dress code handed down by the Golden Witch herself.
By the time she returned to the filing room a few minutes later, she'd been told gently to find a skirt that was at least knee-length by tomorrow, and to tell the others to cut lunch short by ten minutes today to pick up the slack of the person they'd just lost..
All of this, and she was only two hours into her shift...
[Locked text to the stakes in Goldenrod]
I may be late getting back to the inn today due to events at work. If you tell me what you want, I'll bring dinner.
[Locked text to Ryuzaki]
I am going to the department store after my shift ends to beat the evening crowd. You can come along if you like.