Evil in the light of good service

Dear Miami Beach Mount Sinai Medical Center Anesthesiology personel:
I was a physician serving in your department for 3 weeks in June of 1999. I was glad to be in a Jewish hospital. That was a neat experience I had hoped to someday see. I think.  
That said, I was a competant, highly functioning, careful and medically successful resident by that time.  I served your department with pride and distinction in my own thoughts.  I must say there were a few minor trying moments during that month.  I was called to the 5th floor to do an intubation and ended up on a Shabbas Elevator (stops at every floor).  This made my arrival late.  Perhaps if your resident breifed me that I should have taken the utility elevator and GAVE ME THE KEY TO DO SO. I may have arrived earlier.  Either way, I placed that breathing tube with the skill of a marksman shooting an apple off the top of a persons head at 1000 feet or more.  I nailed it in a few moments and that patient was more labored in breathing than any other patient I had seen to date.  He did fine.  He was releived and no complications.
I was completely aghast when this "trouble" was cited in my evaluation by Dr. Laura Foster.
I was also completely aghast that Dr. Drew Lieberman might make a comment in my evaluation that it seemed I "took a drug box home with me" when I discussed with him the fact that the questionable drug box that he saw me pull out of a hidden duffel bag (to hide it) that I placed under his chair in his office for safe keeping was my method, (likely not an unusual one) that I employed for keeping the box from being seen by a theif.   I was again aghast that I was described as "taking a break to get lunch when there was a cardiac tamponade case emergently in the process of being worked up". This is a twisted fact.  That tamonade case was at 4 PM.  When I asked to take a minute to break for a bite was at 11 AM when we had an orthopedic case.  My attending, one of the few benign and friendly ones, took the case and I went to get lunch. It was a
Saturday morning and I was just done with 3 hours of Pain rounds where I personally made careful changes to about 11 patients I had never met prior and had even in my experience been my first experience with managing pain concerns.  I thought I was a hero. 
Thanks for the terrible evaluation.   I hope that when you practice your art of medicine, you aren't as disruptive in your judgement and caliber with your patients as you were with me.

P.S. to one of the physician I will not name- I was not impressed by your handling of the young gay 20 some year old that had a versed medication given only very breifly before you kicked him out of the hospital to drive home alone.  That was malpractive.