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AmberStar
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It was Monday morning and the dreaded alarm clock chimed it's annoying beep informing my aching body that once again it was time to get ready for the long work day. There was times that I wished I would have just went to work for my father and these early hours would not exist but I wanted to earn my way of life by my own hard work and money. My father told me that he would start me low in the company if that is what I wanted and worked my way up the ranks but I felt that he really wouldn't be able to be as hard on me as he is his other employees so I went to nursing school instead of taking up the business way.
I worked for Mercy Hospital in their emergency department for the past few years now. The life that I dreamed of having on my own has came to me as I wanted it to happen through hard work and long hours. I have even started to volunteer at the local blood bank. Giving the donors the relief of my skill in handling of the needle. I smile thinking of the compliments I have received from some of the donors and hearing of their horror stories of other blood banks that they have visited when the volunteers continued to miss the veins multiple times. I shiver at the thought of those poor people, so I always tell them to spread news of our center and how well they are taking care of.
It was this day that my life took a change. It all started when this woman entered into the blood bank. She looked like one of those very successful woman that you see in most prestigious companies. But what caught my interest was her heavy English accent. I love listening to the varies accents of the world and the British accent was one of many that hit my pleasure nerve when I heard them talking. I have had my share of dates with English gents.
When she was in the booth next to me her accent was driving me crazy. It got to the point where I wanted to know her name and maybe get to know and become friends with her. I do have a few friends with foreign accents but none that had it heavy as she did.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her for she seemed a little out of my circle of friends league and wouldn't know how well she would be accepted. So I stayed to myself waiting. I was happy when I got a volunteer for it took my mind off of her that day.
I sit in my cubicle and like clock work she comes in and sees Mary, the next cubicle to me. Again I hear that wonderful accent fill the air. This has been the story for five weeks now and I have gotten to the point to where I wanted to know her name, but Mary was a stickler about rules and refused to tell me her name. I allowed it to go on for a few more weeks before I decided to go to the blood bank on my unscheduled day off at the normal time.i smile when she shows up. I wait till she is done so that I may follow her...
I worked for Mercy Hospital in their emergency department for the past few years now. The life that I dreamed of having on my own has came to me as I wanted it to happen through hard work and long hours. I have even started to volunteer at the local blood bank. Giving the donors the relief of my skill in handling of the needle. I smile thinking of the compliments I have received from some of the donors and hearing of their horror stories of other blood banks that they have visited when the volunteers continued to miss the veins multiple times. I shiver at the thought of those poor people, so I always tell them to spread news of our center and how well they are taking care of.
It was this day that my life took a change. It all started when this woman entered into the blood bank. She looked like one of those very successful woman that you see in most prestigious companies. But what caught my interest was her heavy English accent. I love listening to the varies accents of the world and the British accent was one of many that hit my pleasure nerve when I heard them talking. I have had my share of dates with English gents.
When she was in the booth next to me her accent was driving me crazy. It got to the point where I wanted to know her name and maybe get to know and become friends with her. I do have a few friends with foreign accents but none that had it heavy as she did.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her for she seemed a little out of my circle of friends league and wouldn't know how well she would be accepted. So I stayed to myself waiting. I was happy when I got a volunteer for it took my mind off of her that day.
I sit in my cubicle and like clock work she comes in and sees Mary, the next cubicle to me. Again I hear that wonderful accent fill the air. This has been the story for five weeks now and I have gotten to the point to where I wanted to know her name, but Mary was a stickler about rules and refused to tell me her name. I allowed it to go on for a few more weeks before I decided to go to the blood bank on my unscheduled day off at the normal time.i smile when she shows up. I wait till she is done so that I may follow her...
