I met my husband at work.
More correctly, he was my boss (in a kind of junior, slightly less junior, senior, more senior, boss ladder type affair where I was the bottom rung and he was a step up).
We had, as one of my friends likes to bring up at all sorts of awkward occasions, one of those Grey's Anatomy type romances that involves the on-call room.
So I've seen him in action (at his job) In fact, that's the where and why of how I fell in love.
He was (is) a caring, compassionate, highly skilled doctor who has bedside manner in spades.
Occasionally we still work together and so I feel very lucky to know the work and the home Doc - it seems to me that not many people know their partners in their work-role.
Last week I got the chance to see another side of him.
He was convenor and trouble-shooter for a large conference of docs that I was attending. He was cool, calm, professional, managerial (and added bonus - he looked great in his suit).
People kept coming up to me and gushing about his skills as a manager, organiser and motivator and to tell me what a success he was in this new role.
Total eye-opener for me - this is the man who can't find his socks, who has sent his children to school without underwear, who never knows what we have on tonight, let alone next week....
It was a privilege to see him like that.
I like this new Doc.
{Sadly - not enough to stop begrudging all the late nights and phone calls and extra (unpaid) work time completely - but enough to stop the nagging and start the praising a little more.}
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