"Dr Truman."
"Ah, young Dr Crane."
"You asked to see me?"
"Yes, please sit down. I thought that it would be beneficial to you if I gave you a report on your progress here."
Oh no, I thought to myself. This only could be good or bad. I had been interning at the psychiatric practice of 'Truman, Jones and O'Connor' for quite a few moths now, since I graduated from medical school. I thought it would prove to a valuable experience if I was planning to open up my own practice later in life.
"I feel it is my duty to inform you that based on your tremendous efforts here, the partners' are currently considering you for a permanent position on our staff."
I tried to mask my delight in order to appear the mature professional. But it was to no avail. "Oh, thank you Dr Truman!"
"Hold on now Dr Crane. It isn't final yet. I just said that they're considering you for a position."
"Oh, I completely understand."
"Having said that. Another reason I called you in here was to tell you that even though you are not officially a member of staff here. We have decided to give you your own office anyway. So that'll you'll have a private place to study, instead of working in the reception area as you have been."
"Oh, thank you so much Dr Truman. I really appreciate that." I responded with a grin.
He smiled as he noticed my excitement, and reached down into his desk drawer. "Here you go." He said as he handed me a key-ring with the key to my new office, a key to the building, and another key -obviously for a filing cabinet-attached to it. "It's the office at the end of the hall, I know it's small, but it's all we have."
"That's ok. It's perfect."
As I wiggled the key in the lock, I gave the door a sharp thump with my elbow. Just as I did so, I literally fell into my new office. It was a small room, which contained only a desk, with two chairs either side, a couch, and a big shelving unit to store books on. But it was certainly enough for me.
I had asked if I could take the afternoon off to go back to my apartment and collect my books and some things to finish decorating my office. And now all I could think about was how professional my degrees were going to look on the far wall. So I locked up my office, and headed home.
"Hey, Andy! You'll never guess what?!" I called out to my roommate as I walked through the door of our apartment.
"Fras! What are you doing home? Don't come in, I'm trying to study!"
"Sorry, I just had to tell someone…" I continued, as proceeded to walk into his room.
"Hey!! Don't you ever knock!" he exclaimed, as he tried to conceal his naked buns from me with the small piece of bedspread he had to himself, as the rest was taken up by a giggling figure hiding beside him.
"Studying huh?" I replied nonchalantly.
"Fras!"
"Okay, okay! I'm leaving. I just came back to pick up a few things for the new office I've just been given."
"Well, congratulations." He said in a frustrated tone. "You can tell me all about it later. But for now, a little privacy…please."
"Okay. See you later."
"Goodbye."
"Bye." added the small giggling voice, of the anonymous girl, Andy was hiding.
Andy had been my best friend ever since I started medical school. He was taking an extra year to study to become a M.D. Hence the 'I'm studying, don't come in.' excuse.
I had caught him several times with one of his many girlfriends. After the first year I stopped making an effort to remember their names, as they changed so often. I could never go through girls the way Andy did. I didn't see how he could just date someone that he didn't see a future with. I was more interested in finding someone I could love, who would love me back. But all of the relationships I had seen a future in, had eventually fizzled out, it either didn't feel right, or it was impossible to have an intelligent conversation. People would tell me I was to old for my years, but I preferred to think of myself as cultured. And I was looking for someone equally as cultured to share my life with.
"Ah, young Dr Crane."
"You asked to see me?"
"Yes, please sit down. I thought that it would be beneficial to you if I gave you a report on your progress here."
Oh no, I thought to myself. This only could be good or bad. I had been interning at the psychiatric practice of 'Truman, Jones and O'Connor' for quite a few moths now, since I graduated from medical school. I thought it would prove to a valuable experience if I was planning to open up my own practice later in life.
"I feel it is my duty to inform you that based on your tremendous efforts here, the partners' are currently considering you for a permanent position on our staff."
I tried to mask my delight in order to appear the mature professional. But it was to no avail. "Oh, thank you Dr Truman!"
"Hold on now Dr Crane. It isn't final yet. I just said that they're considering you for a position."
"Oh, I completely understand."
"Having said that. Another reason I called you in here was to tell you that even though you are not officially a member of staff here. We have decided to give you your own office anyway. So that'll you'll have a private place to study, instead of working in the reception area as you have been."
"Oh, thank you so much Dr Truman. I really appreciate that." I responded with a grin.
He smiled as he noticed my excitement, and reached down into his desk drawer. "Here you go." He said as he handed me a key-ring with the key to my new office, a key to the building, and another key -obviously for a filing cabinet-attached to it. "It's the office at the end of the hall, I know it's small, but it's all we have."
"That's ok. It's perfect."
As I wiggled the key in the lock, I gave the door a sharp thump with my elbow. Just as I did so, I literally fell into my new office. It was a small room, which contained only a desk, with two chairs either side, a couch, and a big shelving unit to store books on. But it was certainly enough for me.
I had asked if I could take the afternoon off to go back to my apartment and collect my books and some things to finish decorating my office. And now all I could think about was how professional my degrees were going to look on the far wall. So I locked up my office, and headed home.
"Hey, Andy! You'll never guess what?!" I called out to my roommate as I walked through the door of our apartment.
"Fras! What are you doing home? Don't come in, I'm trying to study!"
"Sorry, I just had to tell someone…" I continued, as proceeded to walk into his room.
"Hey!! Don't you ever knock!" he exclaimed, as he tried to conceal his naked buns from me with the small piece of bedspread he had to himself, as the rest was taken up by a giggling figure hiding beside him.
"Studying huh?" I replied nonchalantly.
"Fras!"
"Okay, okay! I'm leaving. I just came back to pick up a few things for the new office I've just been given."
"Well, congratulations." He said in a frustrated tone. "You can tell me all about it later. But for now, a little privacy…please."
"Okay. See you later."
"Goodbye."
"Bye." added the small giggling voice, of the anonymous girl, Andy was hiding.
Andy had been my best friend ever since I started medical school. He was taking an extra year to study to become a M.D. Hence the 'I'm studying, don't come in.' excuse.
I had caught him several times with one of his many girlfriends. After the first year I stopped making an effort to remember their names, as they changed so often. I could never go through girls the way Andy did. I didn't see how he could just date someone that he didn't see a future with. I was more interested in finding someone I could love, who would love me back. But all of the relationships I had seen a future in, had eventually fizzled out, it either didn't feel right, or it was impossible to have an intelligent conversation. People would tell me I was to old for my years, but I preferred to think of myself as cultured. And I was looking for someone equally as cultured to share my life with.