(pov: you are the new psychiatrist at the new mental hospital of [redacted] USA)
"Hey, you new right?" A voice from behind asks. You turn to see a short, wimpy looking man, in the same uniform as you. "Um.. yes I am." You reply. "Oh, so you're y/n right?" He asks. "Yep, that's me!" You give a gentle smile and place your hands on your hips proudly. He chuckles and smiles. "I'm rowen." He says. "So, which patients do you have?" He asks with a bit of curiosity. "Oh.. I have Matt [redacted], and briana [redacted]." You reply. You continue chatting with rowen before you eventually have to get back to work.
You smile and turn back to your office, and sigh to yourself. Getting to work here is nice and all but never in your life have you thought about how much paperwork you would need to deal with once you actually got the job. But I guess that's just the point of life just working untill you can retire.. it's kinda depressing to think about but it's not like you can quit and go live a happy life. You spend years in college and way to much money, to just give up. Plus the pay is nice
