FTEC, Monday Morning
Monday, March 5th, 2007 10:36 amElliot was hoping for another quiet day as she rushed from the airport to open the clinic. She could use some time to think over her fellowship interviews and write the 43 thank you notes she was pretty sure she owed.
She checked the exam rooms and saw the dream of a quiet day was not to be. Well, at least she wouldn't be bored. "Alien abduction victims," she muttered. "Wonder if we'll get Elvis next week."
[OOC: I'm on dial-up until 2 p.m. Please be patient with the slow.]
She checked the exam rooms and saw the dream of a quiet day was not to be. Well, at least she wouldn't be bored. "Alien abduction victims," she muttered. "Wonder if we'll get Elvis next week."
[OOC: I'm on dial-up until 2 p.m. Please be patient with the slow.]