The Greeks had two words for time. Chronos was clock-time — the steady ticking of seconds and the long arc of years. Kairos was something different. It was the right moment, the opportune instant, the one window when action would actually land. They personified him as a fleeting god, a young man with a single lock of hair on his forehead — you had to grab him as he passed, because once he was by you, he was gone.
Locum tenens is, at its core, the business of arriving at the right moment. The schedule cracks on a Tuesday night. A surgeon goes out for surgery of her own. An ED needs coverage in seventy-two hours or it diverts. Kairos is the name for the company that gets there in time.