Wrestling with his uncooperative briefcase as he tried to pull out a file, Jayson hurried down the corridor toward his clinic room.
“Good morning, Dr. Barrett.”
“Morning.” Jayson waved a hand at the reception staff on his left. He wasn’t sure which of the two ladies had shouted, and if he was honest, he could never remember their names anyway. Especially when he was giving them less than half of his attention.
Today he had morning gynaecology outpatient clinic and this afternoon was surgery. He also had a meeting as Head of Department after that. Bad timing, but at least it was then out of the way.
“Morning, Jayson. How are you?”
A wave of relief swept through him. He liked clinics when Millie was rostered as his nurse. A mother of three small children, she didn’t work full time, but
