Meeting hell......not so much

Anyone that knows me knows of my love of meetings. Meetings are designed to do one thing-keep people from getting real work done. So, today I went to my first meeting of "Role Ones." That's us. A NATO designation for what you can do. I, II, and III. III is the trauma center. I is like a battalion aide center. I think that we are more of a Role II. But who am I to argue with NATO? Look what happened to Libya. So off I went to my first official meeting as Clinical Supervisor. Mostly military folks. Started on time. Was efficient. Lasted half an hour. My kind of meeting. And I made them laugh. I just can't help myself. {sound of E groaning} We were talking about people shopping around for medical care. I said there was a rumor going around that  some one's treating kidney stones with beer and that all of KAF has flank pain. The British Doc next to me said that it was them. I said it must be the German's, their beer is cold.
A new PA, David arrived yesterday. He is getting over jet lag. He was working in Kuwait, the position that I turned down. He told me I could call Eric, the PA that I met in Ft Worth, so that was cool. I thought that we are in the same time zone but they are 3  hours behind. Great more people to wake up accidentally...