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MANHATTAN MERCEDES

After debating my future for a couple days, I decided to give Park Avenue Health & Wellness a thorough check out.

Right now I was unemployed and it made no sense in just sitting around and moping on how Manhattan Medical had screwed me over.

God, how I wished I hadn't thrown that folder in the trash, now. Anyway, what's done is done.

I logged onto the facility's website and scanned through the basics...their programs, the variety and any challenges I might meet. And I had to admit, the place was quite impressive.

However, I was interrupted by a call from my best friend, and logged off before even investigating the doctors who worked there.

But in the back of my mind, I was already accepting the position of new resident.

And was looking forward to working there.

SAM...THE DOCTOR

"Dr. Evans?" Beth called as she knocked on my door Monday morning. "Dr. Evans, you have a visitor waiting."

"I'm not here."

"We can all see that you're here through your office blinds, sir."

"Then close my office blinds!"

She shook her head and stepped back.

"Dr. Evans will see you now, Mr. Cameron."

Seconds later, Mr. Cameron, a longtime client of mine who had way too much time on his hands, walked into my office. He closed the door behind him and started his usual ritual before addressing me.

He walked over to the windows on the other side of the room, glancing down at the streets below. Then he smiled and walked over to the far side of my office, admiring my awards before finally settling onto my black, custom made chaise.

"What brings you in today without an appointment, Mr. Cameron?" I asked, setting down my pen.

"I just wanted to talk about the weather with someone."

"May I suggest having this conversation with someone who doesn't charge by the hour? Like, perhaps your wife?"

"That's the thing. She doesn't want to talk to me right now, because I told her I didn't want to have sex anymore."

I sighed and looked up at the clock on my wall. It was way to early for this.

And I really needed to raise my prices soon to prevent shit like this from happening.

"Okay, Mr. Baxter," I said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. "Why don't you want to have sex with your wife anymore?"

"Ah, ah, ah." He wagged his finger at me. "If I answer that question, you'll bill me for this session. I'm only here because I was in the neighborhood and I was just stopping by to talk about the weather."

I stared at him. Unbelievably so.

Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them.

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.

This would all be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine. But I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist!

And now...I had to deal with this...

"It's been raining a lot lately, hasn't it?" Mr. Cameron said.

I said nothing.

And it worked, because he smiled at me and stood up from the couch.

"Well, thank you for chatting with me about the weather, Doc. I'll see you for our official session next week."

The second he walked out of my office, I started to type an email to our doorman, hoping to reaffirm the rules for not letting people come upstairs without actual emergencies or appointments.

I was on the fifth paragraph when Beth...and every single doctor in the practice, simply walked into my office without knocking.

"Am I living in the twilight zone, today?" I looked up at them. "I could've sworn the number one personal rule that I have here isn't that hard. When my door is closed..."

"Leave me the hell alone!" they all said in unison, laughing.

"We know you weren't coming to the conference room to make the welcome call for our new resident, so we decided to bring it to you," Dr. Cassidy said.

Beth picked up a Twizzler from my stash without asking and stuffed it into her mouth. Then she dialed a number on my desk phone, while the other doctors all crowded around my desk.

This is definitely the twilight zone.

The sound of the call going out came over the speaker phone and a woman answered in the middle of the fifth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello!" All the doctors said in unison. "This is Park Avenue Health & Wellness!"

What the...?

Did they rehearsed this?

"Mercedes, this is Dr. Cassidy speaking," our world-class, but never-in-her-office gynecologist said. "We're very excited to welcome you into our family as a resident and we just wanted to give you a collective call before you started. We know your desired specialty may change over time, but we're all one big, happy family here, so we're looking forward to meeting you and working with you."

"Wow!"

The resident I didn't vote for or want seemed impressed.

"Thank you so much for the warm welcome. I really appreciate it."

She sounded happy.

"We really appreciate you, too," Beth said. "Are you still open to coming in for your first tour of our practice this Friday?"

"Absolutely! Five o'clock, right?"

"Yes! Five o'clock. Can't wait to meet you on Friday, Mercedes! See you then."

"See you then. Thank you all so much."

"You're welcome!" the doctors said in unison once more, something else they'd clearly rehearsed, and then they slowly dispersed from my office.

"Did I hear you say that you can't wait to meet this new resident, Mercedes?" I asked Beth.

"Yeah. Why?"

"The doctors agreed to hire a resident without even giving her an interview? Isn't conducting an interview the first rule of hiring?"

"I swear you never listen to me," she said, shaking her head. "Manhattan Medical had an error in Human Resources. I told you about it months ago. Long story short, we got an amazing resident in the deal. And Dr. Cassidy and Dr. Brennan actually did meet with her on several occasions. They just didn't let her know what they were really interviewing her for...since Manhattan Med wanted to keep their screw-up a secret."

"How convenient."

"Extremely!"

She stole another Twizzler from my vase and finally shut my door.

I knew now that there was no way I was going to make it all the way to next Friday without some form of stress relief. So I pulled out my phone and logged into Inner Circle Dating.

I was scrolling down to NycGirl#9's name in my inbox to ask if she'd be willing to meet earlier, when I noticed she was already in the middle of sending me a message.

NycGirl#9 is typing...

NycGirl#9: Hey, I might have a question...

#Doctor S: Hey, I might have an answer...

NycGirl#9: Are you open to meeting me this Friday instead of next? Would you be able to reschedule some of your 'appointments'? I'm going to be close by the restaurant in the evening for a meeting that day, so I figured I'd ask.

#Doctor S: That's two questions. But yes, I'm very much open to screwing you this Friday instead of next. That's not a problem at all. Same time?

NycGirl#9: Same time. Oh, and do you want to finally exchange pictures so you'll know who to look for and vice-versa?

#Doctor S: No, let's keep it interesting. See you at 8:00. I'll be sitting at table number 12.

Stay safe!