He’s been at Royal Brisbane, talking to Charlie O’Hare about his long-case assessment. ‘The arsehole. He could have passed me. He said he’d never liked my attitude, so he looked more closely at the write-up when I handed it in. The patient had only just been discharged, so it was easy for him to get the file. And he sat there eating bloody Tim Tams the whole time. The way he used to in tutes. He couldn’t even stop eating to talk to me. Him and his “mindless copying”. Mindless bloody biscuit eating . . . ’ ‘So what happens now?’ ‘Do it in the holidays. Like you said. He’s actually taking holidays then too, so someone else’ll probably mark it.’ ‘Well, that’s good. Hard to believe anyone’d want to take a holiday with him.’ ‘He’s got kids, you know. And that’s even harder to believe. How would it be, your dad getting stuck into you at the beach because you’d built a shit sandcastle?’ ‘Or, worse, copied someone else’s sandcastle.’ ‘And he sat there, the whole time I was explaining what I’d done and that I thought the no-abbreviations rule was for tutes and that the write-up actually had to show that we knew what a hospital file looked like, and he just smiled.
