Your in the crumby Queens hospital cafe munching on a ham sandwich on some day old rye bread, some fountain water, and a debbie cake.  You know life will be better 3 months from now when you graduate from Nursing school, right.  If not you know you will be a diabetic from eating at the cafe.  You notice Dr. Lea in line sporting some of the better high quality grub on her well packed tray.  Dr. Lea glides over a couple of tables down and sits with Nurse Jay Camden RN and shares her loot with Camden, you think nothing of it other than that shrimp cameltoe sure looks good.

   A couple of 12 hour shifts later you overhear the grapevine click at the nursing station jabering about Camden landing the MRSA coordinator position.  You think, so whats up, this cat is like an ADN and all the past MRSA Coordinators have had a master degree and much more than 3 months as an RN.  This dog is still in the nurse intern program on probation, damm skippy.  You just go doing your job while you think about the Cardiac nursing test you have on Long Island in a few hours.

   The break/locker room entrance is past a couple of the docs offices and your in a hurry to make that cardiac test.  On the way to your locker you glance to the right and through the slightly open door and besides that familiar noise you see Dr. Lea playing some c-scale Fellatio flute on Nurse Camden's action; no masters degree to boot.  Man, so what should I have done?  I wonder how the MRSA numbers are playing in Queens now cause I moved way south of that action after I was late for that cardiac test but passed it an nursing school skippy.  I wonder about the patients, the mrsa, and Dr. Lea a little. 

Note: the names and locations have been changed to protect the not so innocent people that prompted this anonymous forum

Do nothing. It would not matter or help if you did. Stuff happens and always will. Change jobs.

third the notion yeh