the infamous sherlock holmes

introduction.

august 23rd 2009.

dear diary, 
alright, time to step up.
today's the day i'm going to find a job, period. 
med school was a breeze and so finally its time to enter the big world. i only hope that its everything but boring.

anyways, farewell.
-o.t

standing up, you entered your diary report into the small machine. there we go, first task of the day: complete. now the other one: 
-find a job
seems like this one might be just a tad more than tapping a few buttons and pressing enter into your computer. oh well, the day begins. 

after getting dressed, washed and the lot, you look in the mirror and sigh. then the thoughts came rushing to you. what's the bloody point? it's 10pm and dark outside. that's the third time this week you've slept in, and its only wednesday. you sighed. but you might as well though.

walking out your front door for the first time in two weeks, everything became a threat. the odd car passing by, the in-the-way lamp post, the stray rat. everything. taking a deep breath, you pulled yourself together and walked down the street - towards the open 24/7 costa café. 

your usual revision place.

making your way inside, you waved to the usual bartender and right away, she smiled back at you. "so, how did the exams go?" her voice came from behind the counter.

"perfect." you said simply. "passed with flying colours, according to the teachers. A*s all round." your voice stated, slightly too cockily.

"alright love, no need for the showing off now, is there?" the older lady chuckled, passing you a fresh cup of tea. strong, three sugars. "it's on the house, for doing so well on the exams." she smiled sweetly to you. 

"oh, no i couldn't. please." you plead, taking your wallet out of your back pocket.

the barista held your hand and wallet gently, shaking her head. "nope. no changing my mind, hon. enjoy." she winked at you, walking away to tend to another customer that had appeared out of nowhere.

scoffing slightly, you rolled your eyes and turned your head to the window. a little people watching from the safety of the café felt right. at least until your tea had drained itself. 

as you watched the people walk by, you became bored. such boring people, boring lives. also, the lack of them too that seemed to affect your mood gratefully too. then, the lady from the bar, came and sat across from you. 

she gave you the look.

"there is nothing on my mind."

"oh come on, spit it out."

you grunted, looking away. then, turned back to her. "i've been looking for a job, for weeks." you sighed. "im looking for somewhere just to help out at the least, a promotion eventually and hopefully go up some ranks. but i refuse to work the normal office job."

"hm, my love why didn't you say? there was this fella from today. looking for someone similar 'to help out' but i've only heard rumours on what he works as and i'm thinking you could be just what he needs." she responds.

"really? would he be open now? what's his name and do you know where i can find him?" you say too quickly, jumping at the opportunity.

she pats your hand, carefully. "221b bakers street, just around the corner - you know? his name's sherlock holmes."