Pissing in your own pool
Everyone, at one time or another is involved with someone from work or school. This in itself is fine, as long as that person is not your direct superior or subordinate. Also, it helps if the person doesn't work in your group or doesn't have to see you 8 hrs a day 5 days a week. Easy enough right? Somehow all of us seem to know this general rule, and yet we mess it up. It seems like we just can't help ourselves. For many people it comes down to a lack of options. I see Sally every day and we are "friends" (but in reality you have no idea what she is about nor her feelings on issues. You are merely acquaintances. You work together by sheer random chance.) so why not date her? Fine. Until something happens in the relationship and suddenly everyone else in the office knows everything about you and suddenly the office supply person can't seem to find the pens you want.
Transition into a hospital setting. You, the medical student, resident, attending, are dating a nurse. Fine, she works in the ICU and you are an internal medicine resident. You see her sometimes if you have a pt. in the ICU. You date and then suddenly you break up. You are now getting paged at 3AM by the shift nurse to ask if she can give you pt. tylenol because she has a headache. "Yes, give the LOL in 2123 tylenol for god's sake." (not laugh out loud you IMers, little old lady. Its from a book, remember those? Paper with ink on them instead of an LCD screen with pixels. The book is House of God. Its an unabashed view of medicine as it really happens. Read it, if you actually have free time to read books other than ones with some kind of -"ology" in the title.) Basically you pissed in your own pool. You screwed yourself, because now you are seen as an asshole to the other nurses, some of which you had your eye on previously, but now they won't even smile at you when you walk by and always seem to lose your orders.
Sound not that bad huh? Okay, lets go a step further. Transition to medical school. Not only medical school, but a regional campus of a larger university. You are in a class of 14, with 15 students younger than you. Half of those are members of the same sex. I'm not into that, but far be it from me to limit other people. So we are talking about lets say 15 people of the opposite sex. Five or six of them are married or engaged. You are left with 9 people you can tolerate. You would consider maybe half of that, because medical students as a general rule are not super models. Not that there aren't good looking med students. There are, trust me. The numbers dwindle so much... You like a person, why not date them? No, even medical students aren't dumb enought to make that mistake. So what do you do? Well, like every other medical student, you like to drink to relieve stress from studying 80+ hours a week for tests over information you will never need to know if you actually ever see a patient. (Side step the cynicism on your way to my point.) The answer to this riddle is that you end up hooking up with the person you like only after a twelve pack of beer or four LPRs (Liquid Panty Removers), because you aren't really sure they will go for it. Why not seek other people you ask? Good question. The non-medical school population of college aged students in town look like extras from the cast of Michael Jackson's Thriller video, without the classy dance moves. This population consists of people who appear normal, scratch that, a small percentage of them appear normal, but in reality they will turn out to be as smart as the mouse you are using to scroll though my rant to see the moral of this post.
Pissing in your own pool is what it comes down to. Limiting your options by hooking up with a person from a small group. If you plan to hook up with someone in a small group setting you damn well better date the person and plan to not be in the group after a short period of time (appox. 2 years, but I'm just throwing that out there). Or, come to grips with the fact that you are all going to hook up eventually. The result is a weird love tetrakaidecahedron (fourteen sided shape). Moral: Don't piss in your own pool unless you are willing to drink from the mess you made.
Transition into a hospital setting. You, the medical student, resident, attending, are dating a nurse. Fine, she works in the ICU and you are an internal medicine resident. You see her sometimes if you have a pt. in the ICU. You date and then suddenly you break up. You are now getting paged at 3AM by the shift nurse to ask if she can give you pt. tylenol because she has a headache. "Yes, give the LOL in 2123 tylenol for god's sake." (not laugh out loud you IMers, little old lady. Its from a book, remember those? Paper with ink on them instead of an LCD screen with pixels. The book is House of God. Its an unabashed view of medicine as it really happens. Read it, if you actually have free time to read books other than ones with some kind of -"ology" in the title.) Basically you pissed in your own pool. You screwed yourself, because now you are seen as an asshole to the other nurses, some of which you had your eye on previously, but now they won't even smile at you when you walk by and always seem to lose your orders.
Sound not that bad huh? Okay, lets go a step further. Transition to medical school. Not only medical school, but a regional campus of a larger university. You are in a class of 14, with 15 students younger than you. Half of those are members of the same sex. I'm not into that, but far be it from me to limit other people. So we are talking about lets say 15 people of the opposite sex. Five or six of them are married or engaged. You are left with 9 people you can tolerate. You would consider maybe half of that, because medical students as a general rule are not super models. Not that there aren't good looking med students. There are, trust me. The numbers dwindle so much... You like a person, why not date them? No, even medical students aren't dumb enought to make that mistake. So what do you do? Well, like every other medical student, you like to drink to relieve stress from studying 80+ hours a week for tests over information you will never need to know if you actually ever see a patient. (Side step the cynicism on your way to my point.) The answer to this riddle is that you end up hooking up with the person you like only after a twelve pack of beer or four LPRs (Liquid Panty Removers), because you aren't really sure they will go for it. Why not seek other people you ask? Good question. The non-medical school population of college aged students in town look like extras from the cast of Michael Jackson's Thriller video, without the classy dance moves. This population consists of people who appear normal, scratch that, a small percentage of them appear normal, but in reality they will turn out to be as smart as the mouse you are using to scroll though my rant to see the moral of this post.
Pissing in your own pool is what it comes down to. Limiting your options by hooking up with a person from a small group. If you plan to hook up with someone in a small group setting you damn well better date the person and plan to not be in the group after a short period of time (appox. 2 years, but I'm just throwing that out there). Or, come to grips with the fact that you are all going to hook up eventually. The result is a weird love tetrakaidecahedron (fourteen sided shape). Moral: Don't piss in your own pool unless you are willing to drink from the mess you made.
posted by runrMD08 at 4:01 PM
3 Comments:
So true. It would also be bad if you dated a brother's sister... Wait, I mean... Sorry DLMWS, you pissed and shat in your own pool.
The issue that is inherent in this whole pool-piss problem is that females are incapable of understanding that hooking-up has nothing to do with relationship potential, and males fail to realize that relationship potential is all that females think about.
If it weren't for that little miscommunication, there might be a whole lot more tetrakaidecahedrons going on in the world.
i got called out by the original sister-dater for sister dating! i'm throwin' a flag, blog-boy! but seriously, thanks for the ego boost. i needed to know you care.
-DLMWS
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