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damned_institute2012-01-19 03:34 pm
ghostbusting) wrote in damned_institute2012-01-19 03:34 pm
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Day 61: Doctor's Office 5 (Dr. Venkman) [Second Shift]
Venkman felt like he was forgetting something.
Thankfully, he didn't care enough about what it was to let it bother him. Because for once, he was actually looking forward to work. The break had been okay for a while. Lot of loafing and drinking had gotten done. He had even managed to chat up a couple of girls here and there, phone numbers stashed safely in his jacket pocket. But that said, Doyleton was no New York. Venkman couldn't exactly have a night out on the town out there. And when neither of the girls called him back, boredom had started to sink in pretty quick, and sink in hard.
There were only so many times he could wander the same circuits through downtown Nowheresville, and so he'd stayed in after the first few nights. A couple times (during the particularly dire hours of TV) he got close to phoning Ray or Egon. Heck, even Dana crossed his mind once or twice. In the end, though, he decided against it. The old gang hadn't really talked in how long now? He wasn't about to break the radio silence now. And he was betting any attempt at phoning Dana would result in him saying "Hi" and her hanging up. Not exactly the greatest communication going on there.
At least working with the patients, a serious pain though that could be, would be something different. Hunk was up first, too. That was bound to make easing into the day go a little better. Venkman was already working through Oz quips in his head as he strolled into his office. Thank god for patients with quotable delusions, he thought, settling into the comfy chair behind his desk.
Thankfully, he didn't care enough about what it was to let it bother him. Because for once, he was actually looking forward to work. The break had been okay for a while. Lot of loafing and drinking had gotten done. He had even managed to chat up a couple of girls here and there, phone numbers stashed safely in his jacket pocket. But that said, Doyleton was no New York. Venkman couldn't exactly have a night out on the town out there. And when neither of the girls called him back, boredom had started to sink in pretty quick, and sink in hard.
There were only so many times he could wander the same circuits through downtown Nowheresville, and so he'd stayed in after the first few nights. A couple times (during the particularly dire hours of TV) he got close to phoning Ray or Egon. Heck, even Dana crossed his mind once or twice. In the end, though, he decided against it. The old gang hadn't really talked in how long now? He wasn't about to break the radio silence now. And he was betting any attempt at phoning Dana would result in him saying "Hi" and her hanging up. Not exactly the greatest communication going on there.
At least working with the patients, a serious pain though that could be, would be something different. Hunk was up first, too. That was bound to make easing into the day go a little better. Venkman was already working through Oz quips in his head as he strolled into his office. Thank god for patients with quotable delusions, he thought, settling into the comfy chair behind his desk.
So sorry for the long-ass wait. T_T
"You're right, I apologize," he answered, raising up both hands briefly. "This hasn't been a great week for either of us, so we probably shouldn't be blowing steam at each other."
Venkman shifted in his chair, settling into a slightly more professional-looking slouch. "Let's try this again maybe: what about this week's been awful?"