When I was 19 I was hired by a veterinarian named Karambir Bhullar. He was extraordinarily kind to me. Only one other employee was not a Sikh. He was the most wonderful boss I ever had. I learned an incredible amount from him and he treated me better than some of his own family. Dr Bhullar would “sit“for surgery while his primary servant “ the colonel” would hold his tea on a saucer while standing to the left. Both the business accountant and Primary business manager would hold and gesture to charts and and argue on the opposite side of the operating table from Dr Bhullar and “the colonel” and a receptionist holding a phone to his ear. Dr Sahi or Dr Randhawa shuttleing the surgical patients in and out as we operated. Occasionally complaining about the temperature of the tea, Dr Bhullar could accomplish a canine ovariohysterectomy in under 4 minutes cut to close, whilst simultaneously having a phone call and refereeing a fight between accountant and manager. I have delightful memories of working safely within the eye of his tornadoe. I still believe he only hired me because my hair was past my belt line, I had facial hair, I wore a silver bracelet, I had a comb in my pocket, a knife on my belt, and the look of someone with good taste in underwear.