alkjira:

airebellah:

@alkjira said “To combat all the coffeeshop aus, can’t we all just share five plot bunnies based on our own occupation/daily life and/or experiences?” and I thought I’d join in 🙂

(I’m a Lab Assistant/Phlebotomist)

– A patient is being really nasty to me, swearing and yelling and oh my gosh I think they’re going to throw something at me but you intervene and get them safely removed from the clinic thank you for saving me…again

– This patient has super tricky veins and I can’t find them please help – wow how did you make it look so easy your fingers must be magic and now I’m wondering what kind of magic they could do on me…

– You come ‘round once a day to pick up all our samples and take them to the lab. I’m still new at this and I’m always running late getting everything packaged but you wait patiently and tell me to take my time, and omg wait are you seriously flirting with me while my hands are filled with tubes of blood and urine?

– It’s been a super stressful day at work. Our clinic was short-staffed, again, and the patients were especially rude today. We both worked overtime and we’re absolutely exhausted and never want to talk to another human being again but now you’re inviting me to get a drink and vent and how can I resist

– I have to take a toddler’s blood and they’re screaming and crying and the parent isn’t really helping because they’re getting upset watching their precious child get bloodwork. Please someone help I don’t want to re-poke this poor baby and you come in and wow you calmed that child down in record speed and I find that more attractive than I probably should

Join us in doing prompts! 😀

– it’s parent-teacher night and you’re the last parent to walk in and sit at my desk. Your child’s engagement and application is beginning to slip and I need to talk about their behaviour as well but omfg you are really ridiculously hot – no, I am a professional dammit

– the school is putting on a musical this year, and I’m the Head of Drama and you’re the music teacher in charge and oh god we’re both going to have a stroke before this is all over. Some kids are shit-stirring and making trouble and some parents are being awful bc of the costumes or bc their precious talented baby didn’t get the role and some kids are nervous as heck, but you’re always so calm and reassuring and you deal with it all so incredibly well and oh dear god help me you’re actually amazing

– we’re responsible for organising the staff holiday party this year, our names drawn out of a hat and the pair of us randomly thrown together. We don’t share a staffroom, we’ve barely even met, you’re sciences and I’m humanities and we constantly bicker over which department gets the most funding but jesus you’re gorgeous when you’re all passionate like that

– I’m the new-ish principal who is dragging this school out of a decade-long doldrums. All the entrenched staff kick and scream as they protest the change of culture and procedure. ‘It’s always been this way!’ they say, but I know these changes will help the kids and the school, that the culture of complacency is killing their love of learning… and then you arrive, the new History teacher, and you make everything new and fresh and vibrant and the kids cannot get enough of your class

– You’re my student teacher, and I’m your supervisor. I have six weeks of your final prac in which to train you before you finish the last year of your degree. Then you’ll leave to begin your first real teaching job… but I don’t want you to go, and neither do my classes…