The boss took me aside last night for a parley. I was a little anxious because even though I was pretty sure I hadn't done anything wrong it's just never nice to have the guy who signs your paychecks say "Can i talk to you out here for a moment." And, the fact remains, I work in a job where people die on a fairly regular basis and that leaves the door to grim professional conversations always open. Turns out a complaint from the nurses had reached him. I have been called to account for my......dirty white coat!!!!!! Are you fucking kidding me. The Departmental Chief has been contacted regarding my grimey coat? Give me a fucking break! How chicken shit and ridiculous is that? On the other hand...they have a point. It's a ridiculously filthy garment that can be cleaned, but immediately reverts to its disgusting ways within a few wearings. It's atrocious. Really, really horrendous and they're right....it shouldn't be brought to the work place, much less paraded around in front of people with compromised immune systems and incipient nausea. There's no excuse--the coat has to go. No one wants to be known as the slovnly doc with the disgusting white (grey/yellow) coat. I plan to kill this reputation while it lies newborn. I'll buy some new coats, get them monogrammed, and develop a reputation as a F'ing popinjay. U-561