![]() ![]() Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? He definitely wasn't supposed to get that email. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming. I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality. Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated. ![]() (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. ![]() ![]() Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. "Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me."īeing a doctor in New York City has never been easy. ![]()
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