their naiveté. Of course, Doug knew, naiveté was defined as any opinion contrary to Marshall’s own. “The surgeons wouldn’t care if chimpanzees were providing the anesthesia, so long as their cases didn’t get held up!” Marshalldidn’t bother to add “You stupid bitch”, as it was clearly implied by his tone.
Doug hated when Marshall did this, and sadly it wasn’t all that rare. Doug occupied a strange place in the group. He knew he was sort of the middleman between the junior and senior partners. People on both sides came to him with their various gripes, and he took it on himself to be a kind of peacemaker—the glue that bound the group together. He didn’t particularly care for the role, especially when Marshall or Raskin started to run roughshod over the younger members.
Doug knew Kim was stung by Marshall’s response; he could see it in her face. He wanted to help her, but it was no fun sticking his head on the chopping block either. What
was
she thinking!? She knew the surgeons weren’t known for their loyalty to the anesthesiologists. Doug sighed and said, “However Bryan, the hospital does have a credentials committee that might make it tough to bring in poorly qualified people.”
“You’re missing the point, Landry!” Marshall boomed with exasperation, his head swiveling once again. “For Godsakes man, the credentials committee is made up mostly of surgeons. Plus, if the nuns smell money, they can bloody well railroad anyone through that blasted committee. You know that!”
Doug groaned inwardly.
Nice job, Doug
. He had succeeded in deflecting Marshall’s anger away from Kim all right, right onto himself. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said weakly. Doug decided to retreat a bit, lick his wounds, and consider the situation. Now was not the time to challenge Marshall directly. He needed to gather more information, plan his course of action.
Although Doug was not thrilled with the prospect of Pinnacle Anesthesia, he realized panicking was premature. Many factors would need to be decided before this was a done deal. The merger could collapse at any point. Pinnacle might well not be able to come to a suitable fee agreement with Mercy. Kim was right when she said that Keystone ran the place efficiently.
Second, even if Pinnacle did come in, they usually didn’t clean house as Raskin had suggested. Doug knew from several of his friends in other parts of the state that Pinnacle usually retained about half of the existing department, expelling the less desirables. However, the chief frequently got the axe, as they liked to bring in their own man to head the new group.
One reason Pinnacle kept on several former partners was specifically to address Kim’s concern. They didn’t want to stir up surgeon outrage; this was bad for business. They needed these people to provide continuity and smooth over the transition period. With passing time, however, the old members often found themselves becoming excess baggage as their usefulness faded and newer, cheaper labor became available.
The meeting droned on for another hour with the typical bickering, back-biting, and ass-kissing that Doug figured exemplified corporate meetings across the country; from the small town school board meetings held in cafeterias, to the elegant polished teak enclaves of General Motors, human nature remains remarkably constant, he thought. Nothing was really agreed upon or resolved, as was usually the case in these emergency sessions.
Doug believed this latest development could easily have been discussed next week at their regularly scheduled corporate meeting. But he knew Marshall liked to call these emergency meetings to demonstrate the central importance of work in one’s life. Besides, Doug thought, Marshall had little else to do. His children were all grown up, and his wife was frequently out of town on extended vacations. Marshall didn’t have any soccer teams to coach, baths to give, or homework to help with. He