WHO: Guin and Open WHAT: Guin has to do some paperwork, but is all for going out WHERE: Guin's office WHEN: September 3rd, after lunch
It seemed like it grew each day. If she didn't know better, she could swear it was breeding. Each time she turned around, there was just more to file, more to send over to the insurance agencies. It drove her crazy. The irony of that didn't escape her. She'd gone into her lounge with a box of papers, so she could file them and work in a comfortable environment. The chair in her office made her back hurt. She didn't like it.
Of course the fact that she could buy a new chair hadn't quite come to her. She'd requested these files of all current personnel, students, and active rangers and she would read the files soon enough. But she preferred to talk to her patients with a clean slate. If she needed to see if they had any history with psychiatry she would, but she hoped they would be up front and tell her honestly.
Many wouldn't peg her for a doctor at the moment. Dressed in jeans and a shirt she didn't exactly fit the 'standard' of a 'shrink'. Considering she wasn't technically working she didn't mind. She dressed for the job, but preferred being casual. It eased a lot of people. Humming she continued her work, half absorbed in it.