<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D.</strong><br/><br/>Bobby was hoovering like a gnat in the surgery ward, had been for three days straight, ever since he picked up his embroidered white coats.  Mostly, he stuck by the operating room doors, giving good face and the random hand shake here and there, hoping find his way into what he perceived to be the in crowd, his future.  Stretching his arm out, a double take is given to his watch, which read 8:30am.  "Damn," taking off down the hallway, Bobby opts for the stairs, flying down them three at a time until he busted through the doors onto the correct floor.<br/><br/>Releasing a chest full of hot air, Bobby glances side to side, fingers darting through his hair and brushing down his tie and coat, putting himself back together.  The nurses station wasn't far away, he could see they were having a little meeting of their own.  As he passed by, he eyed the eldest and gave a curt nod, praying they caught sight of his Harvard cuff links.  One can never be too proud.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner, he sees Dr. Goldwasser's door ajar and steps inside, hardly noticing the other two people in the room.  "Dr. Goldwasser, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you.  Thank you for this great opportunity, I couldn't feel more fortunate,"  Bobby's hand grabbed the fat man's and gave a hard shake, a man shake.  The smile plastered on his face waived however, when he noticed a woman there and in a..white coat.  Bobby literally moved closer to her, his jaw slack and brows wrinkled in confusion as his face inched forward to read and re-read "M.D." after her name.<br/><br/>"Oh, well," sticking forward his hand, somewhat hesitantly, he offers something akin to a smile, "Bobby Boss, nice to meet you."  The same is offered to Jackson, this time, the smile more genuine.  Clearly he was a go-getter doing his own introductions, he had gotten good at it given his brown nosing upstairs.<br/><br/>