I arrived at the facility in my black Mazda with leather heated seats, wearing a mid thigh black business skirt and white blouse, with a black shiny, vibrant winter coat. I had a twinkle in my eye, for this was a very important day for me; it was the first day of my new job. My dream job to say the least, I have been working toward this goal for the last ten and a half years, and I was ready for a new start. I was ready to make new memories and new friends, for I was successful and excited to finally be doing something worth my while.
I got out my car and shut the door, to realize it had been fifteen degrees outside. If my car wasn't parked in the heated garage I would have noticed this and dressed more appropriately. Brr, why did Wyoming have to be so cold. I walked as fast as my dress shoes would allow me too without slipping on the shiny ice blackened pavement, while I walked into the facility.
Many greeters greeted me as I walked through the revolving doors into the facility. The first thing I thought when I walked into the facility was how beautiful the facility was and elegant to say the least. This is probably the most attractive hospital I have ever been in, and I was proud to be one of the employees. The second thing I noticed, when I got into Saint Johns Hospital was a painting, it was radiate with warm colors flowing throughout the painting, it made me feel warm. The temperature on the inside of the building was pretty close to seventy-two, much warmer than outside. I felt the heat hit my face like an icepick picking off the ice from my cheeks. It was numbing and then turned to pickerly feelings throughout my face and legs where there was exposed skin. It felt delightful, and I was happy to be inside where it was warm. Then, I realized I should have bought the long black trench looking winter coat than the short sportish elegant coat that I was wearing.
I stopped at the information desk to see where new employees met on the first day and they directed me to conference room A-2, which was on the first floor at the hospital. I was the third person in the room, the other two had dress slacks on, I should have known with the cold temperatures outside, probably was a better idea. I also noticed they each had hats and mitten laying on the table in front of them, and both were wearing boots, warm black fluffy moon boots. Who knew that in Wyoming it was this bitterly cold outside, for I came from a warm climate were I thought sixty-two degrees was cold. I guess I had a rude awaking on my first day of my job.
I got out my car and shut the door, to realize it had been fifteen degrees outside. If my car wasn't parked in the heated garage I would have noticed this and dressed more appropriately. Brr, why did Wyoming have to be so cold. I walked as fast as my dress shoes would allow me too without slipping on the shiny ice blackened pavement, while I walked into the facility.
Many greeters greeted me as I walked through the revolving doors into the facility. The first thing I thought when I walked into the facility was how beautiful the facility was and elegant to say the least. This is probably the most attractive hospital I have ever been in, and I was proud to be one of the employees. The second thing I noticed, when I got into Saint Johns Hospital was a painting, it was radiate with warm colors flowing throughout the painting, it made me feel warm. The temperature on the inside of the building was pretty close to seventy-two, much warmer than outside. I felt the heat hit my face like an icepick picking off the ice from my cheeks. It was numbing and then turned to pickerly feelings throughout my face and legs where there was exposed skin. It felt delightful, and I was happy to be inside where it was warm. Then, I realized I should have bought the long black trench looking winter coat than the short sportish elegant coat that I was wearing.
I stopped at the information desk to see where new employees met on the first day and they directed me to conference room A-2, which was on the first floor at the hospital. I was the third person in the room, the other two had dress slacks on, I should have known with the cold temperatures outside, probably was a better idea. I also noticed they each had hats and mitten laying on the table in front of them, and both were wearing boots, warm black fluffy moon boots. Who knew that in Wyoming it was this bitterly cold outside, for I came from a warm climate were I thought sixty-two degrees was cold. I guess I had a rude awaking on my first day of my job.
I was in a group of about ten other new employees that were starting at the facility. Some were new emergency medical technicians, nurses, lab technicians, and house keepers, we all had the same excited look in our eyes and faces. The first week was supposed to be orientation and I was ready to give my complete attention and education to the facility and my personal trainer physician. We were provided a tour by the head of the administrative department, Cody Simon's, he was a short, red haired gentleman. He was very stocky, you could tell he had an office job. He wore brown corduroy pants with a blue and brown stripped shirt that had a coffee stain on the right pocket. He however, was a nice man. It took us twenty-five minutes for the tour then it was done.
All the new employees, had to sit and watch a depressing show about hospice and the way of life for the hospital. I remembered watching the hospice video with the same high pitched speaker, back in second semester of college, so I was double bored. Once the videos were done we were let out for a half hour lunch and told to meet out on the floor for our team leader to meet us. We were all about to leave when the short Simon's said, "Natalie, we are going to separate you from the rest of the group and we will meet you down in the emergency department. You will need to start your job tonight, without any orientation, Jack Razor our old physician called in this morning and said he wasn't coming back, he is dealing with the death of his wife." I thought to myself was Jasmine lying to me about this awesome facility, she told me they took care of there employees here. How are they taking care of me? Why would this be happening to me? I guess, I will have to make the best out of the situation, for I did graduate in the top ten of my class, maybe they figured I could handle the responsibility.
At this time, Simon was hanging his head down reading a yellow post it note that was on the rest of his paper work. He then said I am sorry this is an inconvenience for you and we at Saint John's Hospital will somehow make it up to you. I was so frazzled, I couldn't even concentrate, I never worked any where else before here, how can I be alone on the floor with absolutely no training, what if I... If I screw up, make a mess out of a situation, hurt someone or worse kill someone. All these thoughts were going through my head a mile a minute, and then I realized, I wasted my whole lunch break worrying about this small situation that I had absolutely no control over. I immediately jumped on the first elevator down and arrived on the first floor. I looked franticly for the emergency department, and when I found where it was I was relieved it was a small area of the whole hospital. I started to bring up my self esteem when there he was; a tall, handsome man dressed in blue scrubs, he came up to me and said;
"Hello my name is Roland, and I am going to give you a quick tour here in our emergency department, and then I will let you go home so you can come back tonight for your first shift." As we walked around the department I asked as many questions as possible, and by the time the tour was done I had a good idea to where all the tools and equipment were stored. Roland looked at me and asked if I had any other questions, as he smiled I could almost see a dimple on his right side of his face trying to peek through his skin. Then he said, "Well, Doctor Natalie Copperhead, that is all I can show you; but I will see you tonight at ten."
The only thought that came to my head was he works on the night shift too, how am I going to get any work done, with a attractive looking tall handsome man working at my side. That's all I knew was it was going to be an interesting night, then he left through the sliding revolving doors and I left shortly after.
If I would have known that it was going to snow, I would have grabbed the hot pink snow brush out of my garage that I got for a going away present from my friends in Florida. Where in Florida could you even buy such a thing. I thought they were pulling a prank on me, I never really thought I would have to use this crazy looking mechanism with a shovel on one end and bristles on the other end. But there in the middle of the day, I had to brush off the white, glistering, cold snow on my car before I could even leave the parking lot. Finally, all the snow was brushed off the entire car and I was clear to start making the thirty two minute drive home. I had no clue how to drive in this white fluffy stuff that covered the ground, so instead I stayed in town for a while and bought boots, hat, mittens, scarf, and a blanket just in case my car broke down in the next thirty-two minutes.
The drive home wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, a little slick in places, some blackened ice patches, but I handled the road like I was the road master. I got to my driveway to realize, I forgot to buy a shovel, how was I going to shovel out my driveway. The snowflakes were whirling down from the heavens in clusters of brilliant, white, fluffy mixtures as they fell to the ground to make it glitter.
I went into the house found a phone book and looked into the yellow pages for a snow removal service, there was many listed. I sat by the phone, with the cloud looking phone book in my lap and called every single snow removal service listed to find out no one comes this high up into the mountains. I thought to myself, now what am I going to do, there is going to be too much snow at ten o'clock tonight to take out my Mazda. But, then I turned the page and found the mountain snow removal service that charged outrageous amounts of money for snow removal, but I had no choice, but to get Gary the owner of the business to remove the snow in my driveway. I called Gary, and asked if he could remove the snow in my driveway before ten o'clock tonight, to my disappointment he said no, but he would do it for twice the amount he was asking for regular removal, I said please come and remove my snow, for I am new in the area and a doctor to say the least. I should have been more educated on the geographic of the area that I lived, for then I wouldn't be in this increment I was in now.
When I first walked into the house the phone was ringing, it was my sister, Cynthia, on the other end of the line. She had called me to see how my first day of my new job went. I told her it was good and they are making me work the night shift tonight. She was ex tactic on the phone, it felt as though she was screaming through the lines of the phone, I could hear the wires of the phone line outside cracking from her screechy voice. I was glad one person in my family was happy for me and my new exciting life. As the time went on, my sister Cynthia, told me she missed me and that she was going to move into an apartment in Rock Springs, Wyoming with her two small children. Rock Springs is just off interstate eighty. Cynthia said to me that she didn't want to be to much out of the way of civilization. I thought to myself, I love my new home and I loved everything about the smells of the forest and the mountains, and the beauty of it all. Cynthia has no realization to how magnificently beautiful the state of Wyoming truly can be. I just knew she was dealing with rough times in her life right now with her recent loss.
Cynthia had recently went through the death of her husband due to an overdose of the prescription drug Vicodin, She has two precious little children at home that maybe a change in her life wouldn't be so bad after all. I asked her when she was going to move to Wyoming and she said, "Two months." I was happy that I would have a piece of my family here in Wyoming with me, even if I would have to wait two months. We said our good byes and I laid on the couch to take a nap before the night shift would start. I knew I had to leave at least an hour and a half early to make it through all the snow that kept on falling from the blackened sky. The last thought that went through my head before I fell asleep was that this was the first day of the rest of my life. And my eyes slowly closed.
The drive home wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, a little slick in places, some blackened ice patches, but I handled the road like I was the road master. I got to my driveway to realize, I forgot to buy a shovel, how was I going to shovel out my driveway. The snowflakes were whirling down from the heavens in clusters of brilliant, white, fluffy mixtures as they fell to the ground to make it glitter.
I went into the house found a phone book and looked into the yellow pages for a snow removal service, there was many listed. I sat by the phone, with the cloud looking phone book in my lap and called every single snow removal service listed to find out no one comes this high up into the mountains. I thought to myself, now what am I going to do, there is going to be too much snow at ten o'clock tonight to take out my Mazda. But, then I turned the page and found the mountain snow removal service that charged outrageous amounts of money for snow removal, but I had no choice, but to get Gary the owner of the business to remove the snow in my driveway. I called Gary, and asked if he could remove the snow in my driveway before ten o'clock tonight, to my disappointment he said no, but he would do it for twice the amount he was asking for regular removal, I said please come and remove my snow, for I am new in the area and a doctor to say the least. I should have been more educated on the geographic of the area that I lived, for then I wouldn't be in this increment I was in now.
When I first walked into the house the phone was ringing, it was my sister, Cynthia, on the other end of the line. She had called me to see how my first day of my new job went. I told her it was good and they are making me work the night shift tonight. She was ex tactic on the phone, it felt as though she was screaming through the lines of the phone, I could hear the wires of the phone line outside cracking from her screechy voice. I was glad one person in my family was happy for me and my new exciting life. As the time went on, my sister Cynthia, told me she missed me and that she was going to move into an apartment in Rock Springs, Wyoming with her two small children. Rock Springs is just off interstate eighty. Cynthia said to me that she didn't want to be to much out of the way of civilization. I thought to myself, I love my new home and I loved everything about the smells of the forest and the mountains, and the beauty of it all. Cynthia has no realization to how magnificently beautiful the state of Wyoming truly can be. I just knew she was dealing with rough times in her life right now with her recent loss.
Cynthia had recently went through the death of her husband due to an overdose of the prescription drug Vicodin, She has two precious little children at home that maybe a change in her life wouldn't be so bad after all. I asked her when she was going to move to Wyoming and she said, "Two months." I was happy that I would have a piece of my family here in Wyoming with me, even if I would have to wait two months. We said our good byes and I laid on the couch to take a nap before the night shift would start. I knew I had to leave at least an hour and a half early to make it through all the snow that kept on falling from the blackened sky. The last thought that went through my head before I fell asleep was that this was the first day of the rest of my life. And my eyes slowly closed.
1 comment:
I like it. But do I really have to wait a month for the next chapter?? Good detail in the story, makes a person feel they are really there in Wyoming. Debbie
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