When Victoria returned from break, the message light on her phone flashed. It was the two o’clock appointment canceling at the last minute.
She told Dr. Jacobs and he sighed. “Well, I’ve got plenty of notes to catch up on,” he said. “Also, I have a feeling my three o’clock will run over. It’s George Harrison, and he’s really having a terrible time.”
Victoria nodded with understanding. She had gotten to know the patients well over the years.
An hour passed slowly and George arrived a little before three. Victoria began organizing some paperwork and then wiped down her desktop. The last two hours of the workday always dragged by. At a loss, she pulled an art magazine from her purse.
Before she could open the cover, a man walked in. He was familiar to her and looked very upset. Victoria realized he had been a patient of Dr. Jacobs before. However, it had been over a year since his last appointment. It was cool outside, but his coat was meant for bitter cold.
“I need to see Dr. Jacobs right away. I’m at the end of my rope,” the man moaned.
“Sir, I’d be happy to make you an appointment,” Victoria answered politely.
“I need to see him now. My ex wife has drained my bank account. I just got laid off from work.”
Victoria searched the schedule for openings. “Dr. Jacobs can see you Thursday at eleven.”
“I’ll be broke by then!” The man said in a raised voice. “What would you do if you were in my shoes?”
“May I get your name?” Victoria asked in a shaky voice.
“I’m nobody, really, but my name is Andrew Morris.”
“Mr. Morris, I am not one to be giving out advice. Since you asked, I will say this. Whenever I feel like giving up, I remind myself life is short. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I try to go in the right direction,” she told him.
Andrew Morris slapped his forehead and dropped his lower jaw. Victoria felt her pulse quicken.
“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” He asked sarcastically. “Gee, thanks. I’ll remember that when I’m living on the streets, broke and alone.”
Mr. Morris stormed out of the office. He swung the door hard as he left. The bells above it jingled wildly in response. Victoria wrote a brief description of what happened on a memo pad. She included some of her own reaction to Mr. Morris.
Just as she had finished and begun to settle, someone else entered.
She told Dr. Jacobs and he sighed. “Well, I’ve got plenty of notes to catch up on,” he said. “Also, I have a feeling my three o’clock will run over. It’s George Harrison, and he’s really having a terrible time.”
Victoria nodded with understanding. She had gotten to know the patients well over the years.
An hour passed slowly and George arrived a little before three. Victoria began organizing some paperwork and then wiped down her desktop. The last two hours of the workday always dragged by. At a loss, she pulled an art magazine from her purse.
Before she could open the cover, a man walked in. He was familiar to her and looked very upset. Victoria realized he had been a patient of Dr. Jacobs before. However, it had been over a year since his last appointment. It was cool outside, but his coat was meant for bitter cold.
“I need to see Dr. Jacobs right away. I’m at the end of my rope,” the man moaned.
“Sir, I’d be happy to make you an appointment,” Victoria answered politely.
“I need to see him now. My ex wife has drained my bank account. I just got laid off from work.”
Victoria searched the schedule for openings. “Dr. Jacobs can see you Thursday at eleven.”
“I’ll be broke by then!” The man said in a raised voice. “What would you do if you were in my shoes?”
“May I get your name?” Victoria asked in a shaky voice.
“I’m nobody, really, but my name is Andrew Morris.”
“Mr. Morris, I am not one to be giving out advice. Since you asked, I will say this. Whenever I feel like giving up, I remind myself life is short. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I try to go in the right direction,” she told him.
Andrew Morris slapped his forehead and dropped his lower jaw. Victoria felt her pulse quicken.
“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” He asked sarcastically. “Gee, thanks. I’ll remember that when I’m living on the streets, broke and alone.”
Mr. Morris stormed out of the office. He swung the door hard as he left. The bells above it jingled wildly in response. Victoria wrote a brief description of what happened on a memo pad. She included some of her own reaction to Mr. Morris.
Just as she had finished and begun to settle, someone else entered.
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