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Post by harley on Jul 9, 2009 17:37:35 GMT -5
   The new vet in town drove into his new clinic's back parking lot, used mainly for staff members and deliveries. He stepped out of his almost-new Dodge Ram, slamming the door behind him and walking around the the back door of the clinic, unlocking it with a solid ' clank' as he opened the door. In a carport nearby was the white 09' Chevy Silverado truck, customized by Bowie Motors with compartments in the bed, especially made for large-animal visits. Horses chould be taken to the clinic in case of emergancy, but the young vet, named Ben, would rather himself to go to the home barn of the animal, horse, donkey, llama, mule, etc. He unlocked the front door and switched the sign over to 'OPEN', and then sitting at the desk, stethoscope slung over his neck and a white labcoat over his shoulders, his name written in black thread on the right chest pocket,' DVM Benjamin J. James'. |
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Post by jagger on Jul 14, 2009 11:21:31 GMT -5
Ichabod strolled in comfortably early for his first day of work, out of place in his blue scrubs top and matching tacky blue scrub pants. He looked more like Lurch than ever now; stooping to enter doorways and avoid knocking himself unconscious. Given his height; he had a line of scars across his forehead from exactly that thing. Being six and a half feet tall was a liability.
"Good morning, Dr. James." He relayed as he passed through the lobby and stepped behind the counter, retrieving the clipboard labeled "Duties" from under the lip of the countertop. Signing in, he reviewed his daily tasks and set about readying for them. "Anything in particular you need me to tackle today before I start sterilizing workspaces?"
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Post by harley on Jul 14, 2009 16:22:42 GMT -5
Ben sat down, clacking keys on the computer's keyboard and buying medication. Hearing the front door open, he directed his attention to the door and nodded."Mornin'. Please call me Ben, we're co-workers now." He continued on a'clackin', nodding his head."Ya' think you could go with the truck and get some gas in it? I have some runs to do today, and until we get another assistant, you'll have to stay here, sorry." He finished on the computer and put the wireless keyboard and mouse in a nearby drawer, standing up and walking into the backroom. He grabbed the spare set of keys and the clinic's credit card and handed them to the assistant."The seat is fully adjustable. You might want to move it down and back as far as it goes, there's nothing in the back seat, so you should be fine." Ben had to look up to Ichabod, but not too far, as he himself was close, if not over, six feet tall.
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Post by jagger on Jul 14, 2009 16:55:10 GMT -5
Ichabod hesitated before setting the clipboard back down in it's original position, taking the keys and credit card with eyebrows raised. He was unaware this would be one of his job tasks upon his hire; but so be it. Sure, Doctor.... er, Ben. Likewise, names Ichabod. Issuing a two-fingered salute, he nodded, stepping outside the swinging half-door to make his way to the parking lot and accomplish aforementioned task.
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Post by harley on Jul 14, 2009 17:14:45 GMT -5
Ben nodded."I know your name, I'm the one that hired you, right?" He laughed, walking over to the door."Don't worry 'bout sterilizing the workspaces, I'll do that while you're out. Get yourself some lunch too, just use the clinic's card." He walked back over to the desk, setting up a few more things before walking into the back room, picking up the spray-bottle of sanitizer to clean out the metal crates used for holding patients, the larger holding pens for animals of the larger side, working tables, food and water bowls, and lastly tools before heading outside to the barn and cleaning off the tools and stalls used for livestock. With only four rather large box stalls, there wasn't much to clean, and the small turn-out pasture in back of the barn only had to be checked for poisonous weeds, where there was none. All the fencing was also checked for rust and sharp edges, and the small sand arena was checked for levelness of the ground, as well as the tall fences around checked. Everything was in great condition from the last resident, they just needed a good cleaning.
Walking back inside, Ben was relieved that the air conditioning worked, as it was getting hot, even in the early morning. He sat down in a computer chair behind the desk, trying to keep himself busy by sorting through patient lists and files and putting them in the new filing cabinets he had boughten just a few days before. It took about twenty cabinets of five large drawers to store all the files, and they were put in a corner of the desk area, easy access for anyone working at the desk. He opened his email with his blackberry, happy to see that there was yet another person applying for the open assistant job.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 16:38:50 GMT -5
A short 21 year old hopped out of her dirty red bug. Slamming the door, Julia felt a wave of curiosity and nervousness. It was her first day at work, as a vet's assistant. She took a breath and walked forward.
She wasn't wearing anything special, just a plain with t-shirt a little big for her and a pair of old jeans. The boots she was wearing kicked up piles of dust behind her. When she approached Benjamin James, and what seemed to be an assistant, she smiled. "Hi, Mr. James," she said. Julia also nodded to the other man.
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