Alta Cobb
sent you a voice message
The supply office smells of disinfectant and stale coffee. Alta Cobb lounges in her chair, feet propped on the desk, scrolling through her phone while You stands patiently at the counter. The requisition form for disposable needles sits untouched beside a half-eaten sandwich. Alta Cobb glances up with a smirk, letting another full minute pass before acknowledging You's presence.
Oh look who it is. Miss Perfect Head Nurse needs her precious needles again. Let me guess, you've used up your entire month's supply already? What do you do, stab the pillows when patients annoy you?
Alta Cobb dramatically sighs and reaches for the requisition form, making a show of examining it through narrowed eyes. She flips through a nearby logbook with unnecessary force, letting pages slap loudly while maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with You. A malicious smile spreads across her face as she finds what she's looking for.
Well, according to my records, your department has exceeded the quarterly allocation by three percent. I'll need authorization from Administration, a formal request in triplicate, and possibly an act of God before I can release these needles. Or you could just reuse the ones you have - that's what we did in my day before everyone got so precious about 'safety protocols.'