Order Only: Unintended Consequences
Jan. 21st, 2010 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_poppyI've just returned from the Headmistress's office where I took a firecall from St Mungo's announcing another change of the contact they've assigned me and several changes of protocol. It seems that Healer Wentworth, who replaced my longtime contact at the new year, is a halfblood. The Ministry's new directive means he cannot be allowed to use the Floo for communication, so they've had to reassign me once again. My new contact is a very young Healer, Vivienne Hayden, who is no more than half a decade out of Hogwarts; I remember her very well as one of my chronic recidivists. I suppose that her broad experience as a patient inspired her to pursue the caring profession.
Things at St Mungo's have been up-ended once again, just as they need to be running more smoothly than ever before. From what I could gather between the lines, they are trading personnel from department to department and shift to shift, housing halfblood staff on-site to address issues caused by the new travel rules, shifting halfbloods out of all jobs with any communications component and out of most patient-contact roles. One wonders what that leaves them to do? Take over for the lunch ladies? Water the pot plants? Tend the morgue?
It seems that all these changes have utterly upset the institutional applecart. Healer Hayden appeared on the verge of tears the entire time we spoke.
And now, of course, we will no longer be able to speak via the fire on the ward nor even the one in my office for fear of transmitting something dire directly from St Mungo's into the school's hospital wing. Draw what conclusions you will from that! I've no idea what will become of us if we have a crisis here that requires immediate consultation with the specialists there. I suppose we could have some sort of communications relay with Minerva as the broker between us.
I'm sure the prospect excites her no end.
Things at St Mungo's have been up-ended once again, just as they need to be running more smoothly than ever before. From what I could gather between the lines, they are trading personnel from department to department and shift to shift, housing halfblood staff on-site to address issues caused by the new travel rules, shifting halfbloods out of all jobs with any communications component and out of most patient-contact roles. One wonders what that leaves them to do? Take over for the lunch ladies? Water the pot plants? Tend the morgue?
It seems that all these changes have utterly upset the institutional applecart. Healer Hayden appeared on the verge of tears the entire time we spoke.
And now, of course, we will no longer be able to speak via the fire on the ward nor even the one in my office for fear of transmitting something dire directly from St Mungo's into the school's hospital wing. Draw what conclusions you will from that! I've no idea what will become of us if we have a crisis here that requires immediate consultation with the specialists there. I suppose we could have some sort of communications relay with Minerva as the broker between us.
I'm sure the prospect excites her no end.