Sickbay & Personal Quarters- Day 34 - [private/finished]

[my_god_man]

All fun and games were over now. Or almost over. It was the morning of the day before setting out on their next assignment. Leonard was glaring at Medical's duty assignments and scheduling. Trying to ignore the various aches left over from last night's drunken karaoke excesses. Lord, booze and song were really a bad combo for him. He pushed

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[my_god_man]

'I have concerns about his skill and his professionalism.'

"Yeah, well, join the club, kid." Leonard rolled his eyes and snorted when he read Tyler's reply. Then sighed and scowled as he reread Anderson's latest blunder. Checked the medical logs and sure enough, there was an incident report filed by Tyler about it. Godfuckingdamnit, he did not have the time, or energy, to keep covering for Anderson' ineptitude. It was like the man was regressing. Leonard never thought he'd think this, but he almost liked the man better when he was just a speciesist.

He gave the matter another brooding thought before replying to Tyler.

No need to thank me, man. You've earned it. I need a strong chain of competent command on each of the shifts. Disease and disaster doesn't limit itself to a 9-5 work ethic. That's also why I'm placing Anderson under your supervision. I'm finding myself having to do and redo more of his work each week. I can't keep an eye on him when I need both for the next damn spores event to pop up. One patient has already suffered unnecessary, extended damage because of his imprecision. Sorry, he's yours. Besides, I'm the CMO of SF's flagship. I don't do anything with my own life. What would I do with yours? McCoy