Post by henry on May 2, 2012 11:39:33 GMT -8
It was fairly mindless, but necessary work: the kind of job that belonged to the ensigns. Foot traffic through the medical bay inevitable came in waves, and right now things were terribly slow. As such, he'd taken on the often dreaded task of performing maintenance on the lab machines.
The computer did most of the work really, he just had to follow the directions as it prompted each step, initiate a diagnostic here, refill a solution there, wait ten minutes, initiate the next stage... It was dull work, but he found it to be strangely relaxing.
After a little over a month on the station, it was nice to finally feel like he had a regular routine again. Henry was a creature of habit; he found comfort in waking up at the same time, eating the same breakfast, and taking the same route to work. He was the kind of person that you could set your chronometer to.
Maybe that made him boring, but he preferred to think of it as "consistent," or "dependable." Starfleet liked medics that were consistent; they never gave promotions to officers that were chronically tardy, or forgetful. And it might be nice to have an extra pip on his collar the next time he visited home.
Henry was so focused on establishing his reputation as an officer that most of his social interactions to date had been working with patients or spending time with some of the younger, less threatening medical staff. This was an important posting and right now his career came before social engagements.
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The computer did most of the work really, he just had to follow the directions as it prompted each step, initiate a diagnostic here, refill a solution there, wait ten minutes, initiate the next stage... It was dull work, but he found it to be strangely relaxing.
After a little over a month on the station, it was nice to finally feel like he had a regular routine again. Henry was a creature of habit; he found comfort in waking up at the same time, eating the same breakfast, and taking the same route to work. He was the kind of person that you could set your chronometer to.
Maybe that made him boring, but he preferred to think of it as "consistent," or "dependable." Starfleet liked medics that were consistent; they never gave promotions to officers that were chronically tardy, or forgetful. And it might be nice to have an extra pip on his collar the next time he visited home.
Henry was so focused on establishing his reputation as an officer that most of his social interactions to date had been working with patients or spending time with some of the younger, less threatening medical staff. This was an important posting and right now his career came before social engagements.
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