What's it like to work for one of New York's top doctors?

It's certainly no cake walk I can tell you that. I started with very little medical experience although I did spend a semester studying pre-med and two years working at the Bodies Exhibition in the South Street Seaport. At the start, I didn't know anything about Dr. Harry Barfman or his practice. The day I answered a call from Liza Minelli's doctor it finally started to sink in. He's the one of the most requested infectious disease physicians in the nation. "World famous" according to one of the hospital staffers. I rolled my eyes at that one. At the start I was confident and poised to take over for Tina, the young woman who recently had to nurse to health a premature infant. All that went out the window after a few weeks of working there in his Upper East Side office. I had to set and confirm patient appointments, place orders for prescriptions, pull patient charts, fax and copy documents, deal with irrational or irritable patients and doctors all while answering the Grand Central Station of phones. It's very clear there was a learning curve associated with this position. Before I came on I was forewarned of tensions between two female staffers on the job site by the recruiter at my agency. They figured since I was male I wouldn't get wrapped up in the drama. Guess they think having a dick and balls makes you invulnerable to other people's fuckery. Well, it doesn't make you immune to Dr. Harry Barfman's sarcastic and sometimes acerbic comments. I readily admit I'm not a perfect being. Sometimes I make gaffes especially in haste to accommodate "the good doctor". But after an exceptionally demeaning afternoon with my "boss" I thought it was high time people knew the truth behind this brilliant doctor whose patients hold up high on some demented alabaster pedestal. Harry is a challenge to work for because he expects facts spit out to him regarding the progress of operations in the office. Even shit he doesn't deal with head-on like the procurement and implementation of billing software. The man doesn't even give out his email for fear of being bombarded with consultations and requests to solve some mysterious illness. Shit, I had to use my personal email address to try a solve a billing issue that dragged on for six months BEFORE I got there! How did I got suckered into this? Simple, it was Tina's job and even though she had more knowledge of the leasing information I was now occupying her job. For what it's worth Harry CAN be engaging when he's in a good mood but when confused or perturbed he can become a prick to those helping him run his private practice on the upper east side. And for a successful professional who doesn't accept any insurance he really shouldn't complain about people looking for his services. There are people out there suffering who cannot manage out there. Last week I had to turn away a teacher who was diagnosed with typhoid and left South Africa to get top-notch care from a professional I.D. doctor. Anytime Harry goes off on one of his rants about how the people who seek him out don't respect his time I want to remind him he's the one who makes the hours. He determines when he's available and no one else. He's a concierge doctor who doesn't participate with any insurance and charges for consultations starting at hundreds. Truth is, Harry doesn't realize how good he has it compared to most people out here. He has a roof over his head, can pay his bills, support his family and knows he'll have a thriving career for years to come. If business is so overwhelming then don't take the patients. It's that simple. But someone's gotta capitalize off the ailing masses. Why not him? Even if it results in a neurotic,