Posted Dec. 19, 2019, 2:13 p.m. by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) (Sarah M)
Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side sim- Psych Eval-Somewhere on Deck 2
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He unconsciously looked around the room, what would he find?
Crewman Gordon Muir, sec
Ana’s office was as boring Starfleet issued as possible. The only personal effects was her medical school diploma hanging on the wall behind her desk and the urn of brightly colored lollipops on top of it. It truly wasn’t much to look at it.
Gordon had hoped he’d find some interesting object to change the subject to in an attempt to deflect questions but was thwarted by the blandness of the room. He sighed and reached over to take a lollipop to give himself something to play with, he knew it was a coping mechanism but he hated talking about himself. What flavour had he snatched?
Ana eyed Gordon as he selected a lollipop. She could tell that he had selected at random, as the orange-colored and -flavored confection didn’t really seem to fit her expectation of him.
“Do you feel that you failed due to a lack of personal skill or because it simply isn’t the correct job for your temperament?” she asked, pushing harder as she eyed him glancing around her office. There was truly nothing wrong with being enlisted and Starfleet couldn’t function without those crew, but she felt it worth her time to ensure that Muir was happy with that change of life plans as well.
Darren, CoP
Gordon sighed, he’d been asked this before…multiple times during his exit interview at the tests, at his crewman interview and during training. He had given a variety of answers at every time, even to him none of them rang true and sounded rather hollow to him.
“I....don’t think I was ready, maybe I’ll never be…but I don’t know. I enjoyed the security training and working on the civilian cargo ships before I joined. I think a life in space is for me but as for officer....I don’t know…I need to find myself I suppose.” He said in a rather unconfident tone, even if this answer did sound somewhat truer than “I want to work for a living”.
Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec
An unexpectedly sympathetic look came over the counselor’s face as Muir answered her question. “I understand,” she replied, her voice quiet but the most sincere that it had been thus far in their interaction. “You know there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Not everyone wants to be in charge of someone…” Her fingers reflexively went to the collar of her uniform before she caught herself and returned them to a folded position. The shiny pips on her uniform were always a distinct reminder that, as a credentialed doctor, she was expected to hold an officer commission but, frankly, the training had not been of interest to her thus far. One slightly lengthened inhalation later and she had steadied herself, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear before continuing. “Well, is there anything you would like to discuss with me?”
Darren, CoP
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