A Young Med Assistant I Met Is Happy With a ‘Meaningless’ Job. He Wears A Rolex.
People are weird and… I’m strange
Clogged nose. Cough. Backdrip. Sinus.
I thought it would go away in a matter of days. Nope. Days passed. These sources of discomfort decided to latch on. I had no choice but to extract myself from my work desk and seek medical treatment.
It must have been a long while since I patronized the clinic. I never knew there was a registration desk hiding just behind the entrance.
A young man with a meek voice greeted me as I marched to the counter.
“Errr, hi, hi! Are you here to see a doctor? Do you have an appointment?”
I turned, saw him, nodded, and walked over for registration.
The [really] young guy with a ‘blink blink’
It was a surgical process.
He asked me for my name, found my records, inquired why I was there, took my temperature, gave me a number, and said the waiting time was 40 minutes.
I gave him my name. He confirmed my records. I told him my symptoms, let him take my temperature, took the waiting number printout, and lamented that the wait was unbelievably long.
