Posted by Klokka on August 12, 2004, at 13:35:28
In reply to My T's Office » JenStar, posted by mair on August 11, 2004, at 8:43:28
The clinic where I see my pdoc is located in an oddly shaped building just alongside a highway. It's convenient because I can easily take 4-5 different buses to and from appointments. It's on the second floor of said building, and there are two doors at the top landing. One leads to the waiting room, the other to a set of offices.
The whole place is very bland, but especially the waiting room. To the left there's this room with plenty of chairs, a coffee machine, and, I hear, buyable food. I've never been in there for some reason. The waiting room itself has more chairs, a coffee table littered with worn magazines, and signs advising parents/patients to check in with the receptionist and to not leave children unsupervised. I've been asked who I'm waiting for by clinic staff so often that I think it's supposed to apply to older teens, too - or maybe I just look young. (Not that I can do a thing about that, anyway.) There is a play area for children and a mirror in each corner, I assume so the receptionist can keep an eye on things.
My pdoc's office is a little ways down the hallway. It has pink walls and is fairly bland, too, though some decoration makes it better. There is a window directly opposite the door with horrid metal blinds. In one corner, there's a tall bookshelf (a dark brown, I think) with some odd-looking dolls(? don't think that's the right word for what they are) on the top, some books on the top shelf, and mostly toys/games on the shelves below. He tends to sit in front of said bookshelf, and my chair is at the other corner next to the window. In the middle of the room, next to the bookshelf, there is a print of a Renoir painting up. I forget which one, though I'd probably recognize it immediately if I saw it elsewhere since I basically spent the first months staring at it. Underneath that is an end table with a lamp and usually a book or two and/or a box of Kleenex. In the centre of the room is a low table with one or two (I forget) childsize chairs around it. I'm forever tripping over this when I enter the office. There's usually a few toys or games scattered about here as well. Behind that there is some artwork of a sailboat. In the corner nearest the door, there's a desk with a computer (usually), calendar, and various junk including a mug or two. Near that there are some postcard sized images of landscapes. At the other corner near the door, there is a file cabinet, a collage of children's pictures with some quote on it, and usually a kettle. I've occasionally seen some coffee grind there, but refuse to believe he uses it with the kettle, because no pdoc of mine would drink instant coffee, of course. :) Oh, and the ceiling is made of really nasty panels like at my old high school.
Between this and the number of times I think someone looks like my pdoc and then realy doesn't, I think it's official: I spend wayyyy too much time staring at random stuff in his office.
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