The next morning, March 2nd, the city was still in a stand still. That afternoon I tried calling Ben to find out if he had made it to work (forgettting he walked) but he didn't answer his phone after three tries, so I assumed he wasn't there and left a message rescheduling for the next week. I have an odd character quirk where Im perfectly comfortable speaking in front of a crowd, or one on one with strangers, but if I know the person (even if its a teacher) I ball up, my mind burns blank white, and I go into a sort of panic. Luckily I didn't know Ben. I suppose I gave a decent interview because in the end he asked me when I would be able to start. Unfortunately, Spring Break was that next week, so I couldn't start until the following Monday.
He took me to the pharmacy to meet with Laura, the deputy head or volunteer boss or something, but she was a doll who took me on a quick tour of the place that in my mind is entire responsible for modern medicine. You can't have open heart surgery on a 6 year old boy without the anesthesia tray (with over two dozen different meds) or the heart tray (with even more, most of which have less than a week's expiration date) It was a brightly lit, stuffed, busy place with brightly colored everything designating its place in life. Then we were done, I went back to Ben's office, he made me my name tag and I picked out a vest I wouldn't drown in. Then I went to wait impatiently for the 10 minute late #2, only to have two to pick from when they did pull up.