LT Gila Sadar - Workaholism isn't THAT bad... Right?

[LT Gila Sadar]

(( Counsellor's Office - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))

Sadar: Th-Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice, Counselor.

It felt a silly thing to say. While Gila generally didn’t believe her senior officers to harbor any ill will or exhibit intentional abrasiveness towards her, it was difficult to combat the suspicion that some individuals had certain habits that they indulged in a bit too often. She was sure that was just her imagination though.

Jashkaa: Please, first names only in my office, Gila. What’s the urgency of this particular appointment?

Exhibit A made it very difficult to disbar the notion that Lt. Commander Jashkaa was placed on the Artemis specifically to make her uncomfortable, however.

Sadar: Well, I, uhh, I need to go on a scientific survey in a few days, so I needed to ensure I got a, uhh, ‘clean bill of health’? ::ruminates on whether she got the proverb correctly:: I filled out the forms you forwarded me.

She handed over the PADD to the green-skinned Counselor, who accepted it with grace and a smile. 

Jashkaa: How did you find them, Gila? Were they easy to complete?

Lt. Commander Jashkaa went through her answers at a pace that told Gila that she wasn’t going to take her answers to the forms as sufficient reasoning for clearing Gila for duty, and instead was going to be basing a lot of her professional opinion on Gila’s responses to her verbal prodding. A familiar desire to ditch the appointment altogether gathered into a prickly knot in Gila’s stomach, but she disregarded it. Avoiding Lt. Commander Jashkaa so blatantly was most certainly not going to reflect well on her service record.

Sadar: They were. I, uhh, I gather that most of the forms related to being held captive by a hostile force presume a certain, mmh, ‘length of captivity’? Thankfully, such was not the case for me and the others, but it did render some of the questions... Moot?

Jashkaa: I see. Well that makes sense. And this survey - there are plenty of doctors aboard, why does it “need” to be you?

That question stumped Gila for a moment. Her usage of the verb ‘need’ hadn’t really been deliberately used to incite haste or urgency, but more so a statement indicating that she was going on a survey, but needed a clean bill of health prior to the survey launching. Ah, but there was the ‘need’ again.

oO Oh no, this is going to be a lengthy discussion of semantics, isn’t it? Oo

Sadar: I-It’s, uhhh... W-Well, the survey is going to gather biological material for one of my research projects, and I’m the one who’s been in communication with the other departments to put together a suitable team? ::consider:: I-I mean, I suppose someone else could do it instead, but it just seems, uhh... ::winces:: More logical for it to be me?

Jashkaa: Response

That avenue of questioning stung a bit, and Gila twisted her anxiety ring a single turn. She knew she had a prior history of doing a lot of work during shore leave, often taking over for other members of the Artemis’ medical staff who required extra days off to be able to make it to visit family or the like. Nevertheless, since her contributions could generally be considered helpful to the running of Sickbay, and she’d ‘kind of’ made sure to rest in the interim, she had hoped that tendency to be overlooked in the interest of keeping the peace.

She really should have known better.

Sadar: I don’t- I mean, I like working. It’s really not a lot more than that.

Correction: She enjoyed the parts of her work that didn’t require her to talk to patients. The patients were often a necessary evil for the rest of her workday.

Jashkaa: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Gila Sadar

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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