AU Summer: First Day...
Well any hopes I'd held that Chief Webber would have put the past behind him since the last time I visited SGH have been effectively killed. The man hates me, and he makes no effort to hide it. Too bad he's torn between professional and personal loyalties. Speaking of people who hold grudges, I wonder how much Derek will flip when he learns his dear mentor was the one to call me out here.
Officially I'm only here until Monday, but yesterday I took every opportunity to mention to Webber that for a world-class hospital, their plastics department is, at best, par for the course. The equipment is in relatively good shape, but there are so many newer products that would open up the doors for a wider variety of procedures. Their reference material for plastics is at least three years old--shameful. I told him I'd be more than willing to move out here and spend the new few years revamping the department, provided he also invests...
He said he'd think about it. I'll have the answer by the end of the week.
There's no way he'll say 'no.' You don't refuse one of the best plastic surgeons in the nation offering to move out to fix up your slacking plastics department.
I never thought I'd find a place with more excitement than New York, but every day there are sparks flying in this place. Should be fun.
The two interns and resident that were on my cases yesterday are completely incompetent. Maybe I'll request for Derek's lusty intern to be assigned to me for the day, just to piss him off.
Addison's still been avoiding me like the plague. Neonatal and plastics aren't in the same wing, but still-- I've been here for over 48 hours, and she knows I'm here. A 'hello' or a phone call would be nice. I didn't fly 3000 miles to be ignored.
One of the nurses accidentally called me "McSteamy," and then turned bright red before she rushed off. Apparently the interns call Derek "McDreamy." If only they knew the stories from med school that I know... haha!
Maybe Seattle is alright after all.
Officially I'm only here until Monday, but yesterday I took every opportunity to mention to Webber that for a world-class hospital, their plastics department is, at best, par for the course. The equipment is in relatively good shape, but there are so many newer products that would open up the doors for a wider variety of procedures. Their reference material for plastics is at least three years old--shameful. I told him I'd be more than willing to move out here and spend the new few years revamping the department, provided he also invests...
He said he'd think about it. I'll have the answer by the end of the week.
There's no way he'll say 'no.' You don't refuse one of the best plastic surgeons in the nation offering to move out to fix up your slacking plastics department.
I never thought I'd find a place with more excitement than New York, but every day there are sparks flying in this place. Should be fun.
The two interns and resident that were on my cases yesterday are completely incompetent. Maybe I'll request for Derek's lusty intern to be assigned to me for the day, just to piss him off.
Addison's still been avoiding me like the plague. Neonatal and plastics aren't in the same wing, but still-- I've been here for over 48 hours, and she knows I'm here. A 'hello' or a phone call would be nice. I didn't fly 3000 miles to be ignored.
One of the nurses accidentally called me "McSteamy," and then turned bright red before she rushed off. Apparently the interns call Derek "McDreamy." If only they knew the stories from med school that I know... haha!
Maybe Seattle is alright after all.