Post by nefret2011 on Aug 10, 2011 8:16:33 GMT 1
Ava stood in the center of the waiting room awkwardly. It wasn't so long ago that she found herself here with a man and son. She was still fairly new to the city, still living off of another woman's kindness. Growing up with a hardworking farmer's family did not make you keen on living off of someone else's generosity. She needed a job of her own. Seeing as she'd been raised to be a midwife, she figured the hospital was the perfect place.
The problem? She'd never gone to trade school. At 18, it was a little late for that. Perhaps she could just run the front desk or clean up. She just needed the freedom of having her own job. She shook her head as she thought of it. She walked across the Wasteland, nearly getting eaten by zombies, and here she was begging for any job she could get. She should turn around and head home, accept defeat.
Instead, she stayed in the waiting room, constantly glancing around. Everyone looked so busy. She didn't know what she would say if someone wasn't. "Hi, I have no experience in a hospital, but I once helped a woman give birth in the middle of a zombie attack. that counts as experience, right?" Yeah, that would go over well. She began pacing in small strides, focused on the tile floor as if it held the answer to all her problems. She was so focused she didn't notice someone was there until she bumped into them. She look up, wide-eyed. "I am so sorry." She said a little breathlessly. "I really should stop doing that."
The problem? She'd never gone to trade school. At 18, it was a little late for that. Perhaps she could just run the front desk or clean up. She just needed the freedom of having her own job. She shook her head as she thought of it. She walked across the Wasteland, nearly getting eaten by zombies, and here she was begging for any job she could get. She should turn around and head home, accept defeat.
Instead, she stayed in the waiting room, constantly glancing around. Everyone looked so busy. She didn't know what she would say if someone wasn't. "Hi, I have no experience in a hospital, but I once helped a woman give birth in the middle of a zombie attack. that counts as experience, right?" Yeah, that would go over well. She began pacing in small strides, focused on the tile floor as if it held the answer to all her problems. She was so focused she didn't notice someone was there until she bumped into them. She look up, wide-eyed. "I am so sorry." She said a little breathlessly. "I really should stop doing that."