"Yeah, what do you think?" he asked. "I think I got a shot at open mic this month. I've been working on my material."
"Well, don't quit your day job, Danny," I chuckled as I focused on the task at hand and quietly wondered what Leo was up to now. I just hoped it wasn't something that was going to put me in the spotlight.
That was the last thing I needed right now.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alex
Two days later, Liz and I were scheduled to report at seven in the morning for our first full day of our internship. I'd taken great care to make sure I'd bought the right scrubs and shoes, and I'd spent a long time the night before experimenting with hairstyles that were functional, but still moderately attractive. I'd settled on pulling my long blonde hair back i
nto a low bun at the back of my head after reading about how patients who were in pain might grab a ponytail and pull. I'd also decided to leave all jewelry at home after I'd read a horrible story about a nurse who'd had her earrings pulled out by a patient on drugs.
I was pretty sure we weren't going to be getting near any out of control patients on our first day, but I wanted to start out on the right foot, and after the scolding from Mrs. Rikka the day before, so I wasn't taking any chances.
"Liz, what are you wearing?" I laughed as we hung up our coats and put our things in our assigned lockers down in the nurse's locker room.
"I want to maintain my individuality," Liz sniffed as she tugged at the hem of her scrubs. The bottoms were unremarkable, but the tan top was covered in incredibly realistic looking slices of Chicago style pizza. She shrugged, "When in Chicago!"
"You're crazy, you know that, don't you?" I laughed as we headed up to the conference room where we would get our assignments.
"You may be right," she said breaking into a little Billy Joel as she danced her way to the conference room, "I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for!"
Once inside, we found our seats and waited for Mrs. Rikka to appear. Violet was ensconced in the corner with three of her best friends from the class—all girls who were not quite as rich as she was, but still passed muster with her parents. Violet was wearing blue scrubs that looked like they'd been custom made since they dipped and curved in all the right places, whereas the rest of us looked like we'd been fitted at Boxes R Us. A headband that matched her scrubs held her perfectly blow-dried hair away from her face, which was precisely contoured and powdered so that she looked like she was ready to step onto the set of Grey's Anatomy.
"Good morning, nursing candidates," Mrs. Rikka said as she entered the room holding a clipboard in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The mug that held the coffee was so white and pristine that I wondered if she used a brand new mug every time she had a cup. She looked around the table and said, "Ladies, I'm sure I need not remind you that when you are in Chicago General, you are to wear your security badges at all times."
“Mrs. Rikka,” Violet said as she half raised her hand before speaking. “I’d like to say that it’s really a pleasure to be working with someone as accomplished and highly regarded in the administrative world as you are.”
“Miss Metzler,” Mrs. Rikka said as she looked over the top of her glasses. “Do not suck up to me. It’s unattractive and entirely unprofessional.”
Violet turned a shade of crimson that I didn’t think I’d ever seen before. Beside me, Liz chuckled softly as she watched her nemesis be brought to heel. She elbowed me and I shot her a look as I whispered, “Behave.”
I reached down into the pocket of my scrubs, pulled out my badge and clipped it to my front pocket before looking up. Mrs. Rikka was frowning in my direction, but before I could ask if I'd gotten it right, she spoke.
"Miss Burke, your badge should be clipped to the front pocket of your scrubs so that staff members and patients can readily see it," she instructed then raising an eyebrow, she added, "And your scrub top should never interfere with that ability."
"I like to have a little fun with my scrubs," Liz said as she shifted her badge to the right place.
"Yes, well..." Mrs. Rikka trailed off looking around the table and stopping at Violet and her friends and she said, "Miss Metzler, Miss Watkins, and Miss Drake, your uniforms are impeccable."
"Thank you, Mrs. Rikka," the three girls said in unison and then giggled. A faint smile that looked more like toleration than actual joy, crossed Mrs. Rikka's lips and then quickly disappeared. I couldn't tell if she liked the girls or not and made a mental note to watch more closely so I'd know.
"Ladies, today you are starting your internship here at Chicago General," Mrs. Rikka began. "We have very high expectations given the fact that you are coming out of one of the top nursing programs in the country, so before you begin, I want you to understand that all eyes are on you, and by association, on me as well. I expect you to behave in a way that reflects well on this program, and if there are any infractions, rest assured, they will be dealt with swiftly. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Rikka," we all replied solemnly. Liz reached under the table and pinched my thigh causing me to jump in my seat.
"Is there a problem, Miss Pierce?" Mrs. Rikka asked. I shook my head and she continued, "I'm going to assign you a department today. You will work there for three weeks before you rotate to a new department. By the time you finish your internship, you will have rotated through all of the major departments in the hospital and will be familiar with the protocols for each one."
She quickly began reading off the list of assignments and I was happy to find that Liz and I had been assigned to the ER on the first rotation. Violet and her group had been assigned to the maternity ward, and were oohing and ahhing over how fun it was going to be to be around all those babies.
"Ladies, the maternity ward is more that just baby sitting," Mrs. Rikka said looking at them pointedly. "There are as many unpleasant things that happen on the ward as there are pleasant, so please be aware of the possibility that you might be assisting with some sad moments in people's lives as well as the happy ones."
"Yes, ma'am," Violet's friends said.
"And you two," she said looking at Liz and I with one eyebrow raised. "I'm sure you're familiar with the general nature of the ER."
"Yes, ma'am," I nodded.