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Bob.” I toss at Tucker, continuing down the hall to mine.
“Goodnight Ben,” he says to Holt. “Wait a minute,” he continues, stopping us both for a moment. “Why do I always get stuck with Jim Bob? That makes me sound like a freaking hillbilly.” He sounds peeved, and we just laugh at him, closing our doors behind us.
Sometimes we really are childish. Case in point: our Walton’s bedtime routine.
T HE WEEK PASSES BY AT a snail’s pace, and the only thing on my brain is Nathan. Somehow, I’m able to function normally at work and interact with my friends, but my nights are spent dreaming of Nathan.
Thursday starts off decently enough, but I wish the hands of time would speed up so I can see him again.
I’m sitting at the reception desk that I’m in charge of when my cell phone alerts me to a text message. I probably shouldn’t have my phone out and lying on the desk, even if it is on silent or vibrate. Luckily, I don’t usually get in trouble.
Picking it up, I see that it’s just my mom, wishing me a beautiful day and telling me she loves me. She also reminds me about the family dinner coming up again soon — like I would forget . I reply with the same sentiments and get back to work, silently regretting not giving Nathan my number. I’ve contemplated the reasons I never gave it to him in the first place, and my only conclusion is that, basically, I was a big chicken. No other ways around it. I hate that I didn’t jump at the chance; however, I can’t just change in a blink of an eye. After only a few short hours of knowing him, I had already pushed the limits on my comfort zone. Maybe if he hadn’t been so touchy-feely that night and had asked for my number instead, I would have given it to him. Then again, I wouldn’t take back those moments over the exchange of a few numbers. So back to work I go, trudging along, as there’s no point in going over it more. It is what it is.
I work for a family medical practice here in town, as Dr. Blankenship’s medical receptionist. We tend to see a lot of elderly patients and children, predominantly. The patients are really sweet and friendly, and the staff is like a second family to me, so I can’t complain. Sometimes, the older women bring in homemade food for Dr. B as a thank you for his medical care. Truly, this is a great place to work. The staff is upbeat and positive, and that makes a difference in the patients’ overall wellness and care.
By lunchtime, I’m ready to ditch this place — as much as I love working for Dr. Blankenship, I’m ready to call it a day and sleep until it’s Friday night. I really can’t wait to see Nathan again, but I need to pull myself together. I’m sure he’s not sitting at his job — whatever it is — pining over me. I need to get a grip. Maybe I’ll work on that after lunch.
I’m usually the last to go to lunch, as I finish checking patients out and scheduling future appointments. When it’s time to head out, I turn the phones over to an answering service during our lunch hour. If there’s an emergency, the staff can give Dr. B a call right away without the patient waiting for us to get back.
I’m starving, and need food pronto. As I’m walking to my car, my phone buzzes in my hand. Looking down, I see the text is from Halley.
Halley: Are you off to lunch yet?
Charlie: Yes. Just left the office and heading to my car.
Halley: Want to meet up?
Charlie: Sure. Mexican sound good?
Halley: Yep! Meet me at Freebirds World Burrito. I’m headed out there now.
Charlie: Sounds good, see you shortly.
I get into my blue Honda and pull out of the lot, headed towards Freebirds and Halley.
It’s Thursday afternoon, nearing lunch hour, and the guys and I will be knocking off soon to go eat. I have no idea what their plans are, but as for me, I’ve decided to check in with my family. I’m long overdue for a visit. Today seems as good a day as any to stop by and show my face.
Holt, Tucker, and I all
“Goodnight Ben,” he says to Holt. “Wait a minute,” he continues, stopping us both for a moment. “Why do I always get stuck with Jim Bob? That makes me sound like a freaking hillbilly.” He sounds peeved, and we just laugh at him, closing our doors behind us.
Sometimes we really are childish. Case in point: our Walton’s bedtime routine.
T HE WEEK PASSES BY AT a snail’s pace, and the only thing on my brain is Nathan. Somehow, I’m able to function normally at work and interact with my friends, but my nights are spent dreaming of Nathan.
Thursday starts off decently enough, but I wish the hands of time would speed up so I can see him again.
I’m sitting at the reception desk that I’m in charge of when my cell phone alerts me to a text message. I probably shouldn’t have my phone out and lying on the desk, even if it is on silent or vibrate. Luckily, I don’t usually get in trouble.
Picking it up, I see that it’s just my mom, wishing me a beautiful day and telling me she loves me. She also reminds me about the family dinner coming up again soon — like I would forget . I reply with the same sentiments and get back to work, silently regretting not giving Nathan my number. I’ve contemplated the reasons I never gave it to him in the first place, and my only conclusion is that, basically, I was a big chicken. No other ways around it. I hate that I didn’t jump at the chance; however, I can’t just change in a blink of an eye. After only a few short hours of knowing him, I had already pushed the limits on my comfort zone. Maybe if he hadn’t been so touchy-feely that night and had asked for my number instead, I would have given it to him. Then again, I wouldn’t take back those moments over the exchange of a few numbers. So back to work I go, trudging along, as there’s no point in going over it more. It is what it is.
I work for a family medical practice here in town, as Dr. Blankenship’s medical receptionist. We tend to see a lot of elderly patients and children, predominantly. The patients are really sweet and friendly, and the staff is like a second family to me, so I can’t complain. Sometimes, the older women bring in homemade food for Dr. B as a thank you for his medical care. Truly, this is a great place to work. The staff is upbeat and positive, and that makes a difference in the patients’ overall wellness and care.
By lunchtime, I’m ready to ditch this place — as much as I love working for Dr. Blankenship, I’m ready to call it a day and sleep until it’s Friday night. I really can’t wait to see Nathan again, but I need to pull myself together. I’m sure he’s not sitting at his job — whatever it is — pining over me. I need to get a grip. Maybe I’ll work on that after lunch.
I’m usually the last to go to lunch, as I finish checking patients out and scheduling future appointments. When it’s time to head out, I turn the phones over to an answering service during our lunch hour. If there’s an emergency, the staff can give Dr. B a call right away without the patient waiting for us to get back.
I’m starving, and need food pronto. As I’m walking to my car, my phone buzzes in my hand. Looking down, I see the text is from Halley.
Halley: Are you off to lunch yet?
Charlie: Yes. Just left the office and heading to my car.
Halley: Want to meet up?
Charlie: Sure. Mexican sound good?
Halley: Yep! Meet me at Freebirds World Burrito. I’m headed out there now.
Charlie: Sounds good, see you shortly.
I get into my blue Honda and pull out of the lot, headed towards Freebirds and Halley.
It’s Thursday afternoon, nearing lunch hour, and the guys and I will be knocking off soon to go eat. I have no idea what their plans are, but as for me, I’ve decided to check in with my family. I’m long overdue for a visit. Today seems as good a day as any to stop by and show my face.
Holt, Tucker, and I all
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