dialogue fic
17/10/11 10:26 pm"Sometimes I like the idiots."
"What?"
"When I'm in A&E. I like the idiots."
"Seriously? Miss 'I can't be pregnant, he always pulls out'. Mr 'It can't be the alcohol that's making me vomit, normally I can have six pints and still drive'."
"And Mrs 'I've had this headache for a month, and I figured since I was passing I'd come in'. Yeah, I like them. Sometimes. They're easy to fix. You give them the right test, or emetics, or painkillers, or whatever, and strict instructions to see their GP on Monday, and they go home. Do you know how satisfying that is? How great it feels, after spending so much time amongst the chronics and the terminals and the people who can't go home. Sometimes you get that in A&E too, of course, but Saturday night shifts are mostly alcohol related, around here, and that's easy. And satisfying."
"You have weird criteria for satisfaction."
"What satisfies you at work these days?"
"Yesterday I helped a guy switch over to digital over the phone. It doesn't sound like much, but it's a hell of an achievement for me. For anyone in the call center. I mean, the guy was colourblind."
"That's... actually an achievement. How did you tell him which buttons to press?"
"He has the same TV we do. Turns out I know the remote layout by heart. What does that say, huh?"
"It says I should know better than to try and out-satisfy you, I guess."
"I'm easily pleased. And very rarely have to deal with dead people. Deaf people, regularly. Dead people less often. Though I also get people telling me they couldn't possibly be pregnant, or drunk, or nuts. I should send them down to A&E more often."
"Why not? I'll be able to remove the shards of glass in their feet from kicking their TV screens in because they won't work any more."
"And you'll find it very satisfying."
"... Yeah, I probably will."
"What?"
"When I'm in A&E. I like the idiots."
"Seriously? Miss 'I can't be pregnant, he always pulls out'. Mr 'It can't be the alcohol that's making me vomit, normally I can have six pints and still drive'."
"And Mrs 'I've had this headache for a month, and I figured since I was passing I'd come in'. Yeah, I like them. Sometimes. They're easy to fix. You give them the right test, or emetics, or painkillers, or whatever, and strict instructions to see their GP on Monday, and they go home. Do you know how satisfying that is? How great it feels, after spending so much time amongst the chronics and the terminals and the people who can't go home. Sometimes you get that in A&E too, of course, but Saturday night shifts are mostly alcohol related, around here, and that's easy. And satisfying."
"You have weird criteria for satisfaction."
"What satisfies you at work these days?"
"Yesterday I helped a guy switch over to digital over the phone. It doesn't sound like much, but it's a hell of an achievement for me. For anyone in the call center. I mean, the guy was colourblind."
"That's... actually an achievement. How did you tell him which buttons to press?"
"He has the same TV we do. Turns out I know the remote layout by heart. What does that say, huh?"
"It says I should know better than to try and out-satisfy you, I guess."
"I'm easily pleased. And very rarely have to deal with dead people. Deaf people, regularly. Dead people less often. Though I also get people telling me they couldn't possibly be pregnant, or drunk, or nuts. I should send them down to A&E more often."
"Why not? I'll be able to remove the shards of glass in their feet from kicking their TV screens in because they won't work any more."
"And you'll find it very satisfying."
"... Yeah, I probably will."
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