Well not quite. During my training in Spain, my department imploded into bickering (I could write on and on about what happened and keeps happening**). I didn't leave because of that, though, but because the national healthcare system in Spain has a bad habit of offering very precarious contracts, and in my particular case my choice was between a very precarious contract in the middle of the Basque highlands in a very small hospital, or an even more precarious contract in a larger hospital which would require me to move to
Fachadolid*. I got tired of getting a new contract every few weeks so I prepared my paperwork and left.
I was only briefly in London, as part of an external rotation during my training. I did have a plan to go work in the UK at the time, but this whole Brexit thing happened less than three months after I left and made things far less desirable. Plus, well, Ireland pays far better, really.
TBH: I pretty much take for granted that the natural state of people in my trade is perpetual war. In all honesty I think in any place where you have more than two of us you have a conflict, and if there are three or more, well...
After the whole fiasco in my former department (which netted me nothing) I kind of feel it's wiser to avoid getting involved in office politics. So I listened sagely over a cup of coffee to both characters in this melodrama, and then got on with my work, of which I have a lot. Really, the smart thing in these situations is to assume the nature of teflon and prevent anything from sticking to you.
*Valladolid, commonly portmanteaued as Fachadolid (facha = fascist), due to the high number of francoist sympathizers among the population. Not really a place I want to go TBH.
**My department back then was already fighting long before I arrived and is fighting to this day. They have had FIVE heads of department in five years, and odds are the new one wont last long either. Really, these people had a vendetta that went back to the early nineties when the major characters were in university.