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Dr Calliope Torres, M.D.
I lost my job to Callie O'Malley (yes, that's what I call her) the day she performed three surgeries in one day. I, Miranda Bailey, was the chosen one. As I stand in surgical consult, I remember fondly a conversation that I had with Mark Sloan. In fact it was the same day that I lost my job to Callie. My damn job!
We were all standing in Surgical Consult looking at the x-rays for our three mountain climbers. When I say we I mean myself, Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Burke, Dr. Sloan, and Dr. Torres. We were discussing the intricacies of the surgeries that each of the attendings would have to perform that day. I believe that a more accurate description would be those walking libidos were fighting over Callie, and I was playing referee. I just do not understand what is so special about her. Did she strike the fear of God into every person she came in contact with? She most certainly did not. Did she turn 5 newbie interns, who couldn't keep their emotions in check if their lives depended on it, into residents? She most certainly did not. Did she open the Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic almost single-handedly? She most certainly did not! Dr. Burke won her hands down in a fair game of rock, paper, and scissors. One would think that one surgery would be enough for a girl, but not our Callie, she has to be Superwoman, and do three. That is definitely the moment that I lost my job to Callie Torres. We were walking out of the room, and Mark asked me how it felt to be the chosen one. I thought it feels pretty damn good. Confidence is great for a doctor, but overconfidence is fatal to a doctor's career.
I used to be like Callie Torres. I used to have all the confidence in the world, but something happened to suck the confidence away. People around here think that I dislike her because she got my job. Don't get me wrong, that fact doesn't endear her to me that's for sure, but I don't dislike her for that. I dislike her because I am envious of her. Yes, the Nazi does get jealous from time to time. She is able to have everything that I want--- a husband and a job that she loves. But now that I think about it, maybe she doesn't have everything.
People think that I don't notice things, but I do. Part of my job is to be observant, and I am pretty damn good at it. My interns are really the stupidest group of people when it comes to relationships. They are all involved with their bosses, but George is probably the worst. There is definitely something going on between Stevens and O'Malley. I just can't put my finger on what it is. Torres is not a stupid woman, she knows something is off. She just can't figure out what it is either. Maybe in the bigger picture, I do have the better life. I may not have "my" job, but at least I have a husband that I can trust, and that ain't nothing. My thoughts drift away from Callie, and turn to the enigma that is Dr. Richard Webber, Chief of Surgery
TBC...
Next up: Dr. Richard Webber, Chief of Surgery.
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