<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Julie  had arrived in plenty of time to acquaint herself with the staff locker room and the places she would frequent.  She adjusted her white coat, a nice marker of her status as intern, and walked calmly to B Ward.  She was ready to meet her fellow interns, even though she was a bit nervous.  She hated that first meeting where she was looked at with incredulity and skepticism--the rolled eyes and murmurs of  "we'll have to pull extra duty" and "you think she can cut it?"<br/><br/>She looked around for the old fart that had conducted her final interview and saw him.  She walked toward him with the confidence she knew she would have to show.<br/><br/>"Dr. Goldwasser," she said, smiling,"Good morning."  She knew the drill well enough.  Gather around the old man like a bunch of sycophants and suck up while he spelled out the game plan.  He was full of himself,  that much was clear, but in a good way.  A likeable way.  The kind of person who knew what they were doing even if they acted like they had just woken up or gotten off the slow-boat from China.  At least, she hoped he was more capable than he looked.  He had to be, otherwise he wouldn't have the job here.  Would he?<br/><br/>She looked around for other obvious interns hoping that she wouldn't be left alone with the good doctor for long.