Post by MEGAN SAUNDERS on Sept 7, 2010 19:37:12 GMT
Megan sighed as she looked out of her office window, not only was her office in a prison but it was also barred up like a cell. There were bars on the windows, but she wished there wasn’t because she could then be happy staring out of the window into the distance. She loves her job but she just hated the staff in the prison, Megan wished for a nice prison where there was plenty of staff that cared and loved the patients. She sighed as she tapped her pen against her large mahogany desk, as the fire in her office roared she just wished for someone to tell her one of the patients have gone even more mental than usual so she had something to do.
She moved the mouse on her desk and her Apple Mac pc lit up her lousy office like a lamp in the middle of the night. But it wasn’t the middle of the night, it was just the way the prison looked because of the weather was always so lousy. Megan had become used to being a hermit in her office, and being used to not having a tan but then again she was from Boston and that wasn’t exactly the sunshine state. It was about 4pm in the afternoon, she couldn’t hear any trouble outside her door so she begun to write up her next patient report.
Megan wondered if any of the staff needed a hand this afternoon, she wanted to be hands on today but had far too much paper work to put through and far too much medicine orders to sort out too. Megan looked after most of the mental patients, all of which were transferred from other prisons who can’t handle their psychological problems. Also a few criminally insane inmates had become insane after being transferred to prison. Megan didn’t mind if the patients were basically liars who pretended to be insane so they didn’t end up on death row, she just wanted to help people on a daily basis.
But just as she was about to recopy her handwritten notes she heard a large loud knock on her door, she put her hand down on the side of the mouse and tapped her fingernails against her desk. Megan wanted to know who it was but not being psychic she coughed and spoke. “Come in” and then like clockwork the door opened and there the person was standing in the doorway bold as brass. “Good afternoon” Megan spoke softly looking back to her computer screen waiting for the individual to talk to her next.
