Dr. House opened the glass door to his office. He limped toward his desk while spinning his cane in his right hand instead of using it to support himself as would be expected. The pain was subdued by the Vicodin so walking without the cane wasn’t so hard. He was, however, feeling a little disoriented, probably from taking the painkillers with a shot of scotch. Dr. House knew he had to look at those resumes, but that didn’t mean he didn’t consider playing a little wall-ball against his office wall, playing a little guitar, or maybe just watching some television in Coma Guy’s room. House loved being a doctor, but he hated tedious paperwork. He hadn’t done much in years, in fact his records were completely out of date and he rarely filled his required time in the walk-in clinic. Somehow this time he managed to ignore his typical distractions as he walked over to his desk and sat down. The pile of resumes was a giant white mountain that would take a lifetime to scale.

To Dr. House the solution was simple: just cut the damned mountain down a little. He reached out and picked up about half of the pile. With a thump the papers fell into the trash can beside his desk. If Cuddy asked he would just tell her that it was unfair for the latest applicants to be selected over the people who actually had them in on time. In fact the latest applicants were obviously lazy or unambitious; in House’s mind they would make poor doctors and even poorer team members. He knew he needed to make at least one call today or Cuddy would bother him all day which meant he wouldn’t be able to watch anything on Coma Guy’s T.V. Dr. House wasn’t going to let that happen, not with the season finale of his favorite medical soap coming on this afternoon. House took the stack and placed it right in front of him deciding that the next order of business would be to make the pile even smaller. House had no desire to look through these any longer and he hadn’t really started yet. He decided to eliminate more of the resumes in a rather typical way. Several more resumes found their way into the trash bin; mostly unprofessional resumes, lengthy resumes, and resumes that seemed too short. Finally House was left with a manageable pile of perfectly balanced resumes. Looking at the one on top he saw the header of Kinga Mehra.

“Ah an Indian doctor, should be pretty good,” Dr. House smirked at his racially misguided thoughts. He quickly scanned the cover letter and was generally impressed, until he saw the mention of gynecological training. House had no use for a gynecologist on his team and he proceeded to throw away the resume when he, by nothing short of pure chance, noticed that her degree and licensure was in diagnostics. He smirked and decided to read the rest of the resume as she was in diagnostics and her background only meant she knew even more. Dr. House was impressed and was far from above calling someone at six in the morning so he reached for his phone, dialed up an out line, and punched in the numbers at the top of the resume.

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