"You still have not actually asked if I actually got the job, man," Jack pointed out with a sideways glance at Robby and his first sip of, oh, particularly bad hospital coffee. He made a face. No wonder Robby had chosen the soda. "You think your recommendation letter was just that good?"

If he hadn't gotten the job even when they were down an attending, he'd wonder what kind of paragon of EM they were waiting for.