An old coworker applied for my friend's job. She came in while I was at lunch so I only saw her afterwards. During the interview I heard her voice and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. When I worked with her in the Operating Room she was hell on wheels. To be truthful, you had to be to survive down there. It was like being in the trenches. Afterwards we played nice and she left. Then the boss asked me what she like in the OR. "Like spitfire" is all I could say. After she told me about the interview all I could do was shake my head. Same chick after all these years, just a tad more psycho. I didn't want to say too much, because it had been a while since we worked together. It doesn't sound like she's going to be hired though. I'm kind of relieved. Lets put it this way, I still have memories of her shrill voice yelling down the hallway. *shudders*

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