Topic 20: Tell us who your complete opposite would be.
There's a lot of choices in that one. Cameron, Cuddy, Chase, Foreman... Although I could knock the last two out of the running based on some of the things they've pulled in the past. Sneaking around to keep your job, and theft of a colleauge's chance of getting a paper published, anyone?
So for the sake of time, let's just go with the easy and obvious.
My opposite is Wilson.
Now I don't think that requires an explanation, but for those of you that are somehow new to this concept, let's go over the facts.
Wilson has a fetish for needy sick people. And they bug me. He's the doctor who gets crappy little gifts from terminal patients. I'm the doctor who never gets anything. And where's the justice in that? He tells people they're dying for a living. I save a life, I should at least get something.
Anyway. The man walks around with a pocket protector. My only oh so snazzy accessory is a cane. But at least that's better than the pocket protector.
He's, for all intensive purposes, everything I'm not. And how good or bad that is really depends on the situation.
But he can still tell a joke, and make even the really truly utterly lame ones half decent. He's not boring all the time, even when he's acting like a complete nerd. And he's my best friend.
So I guess that makes him acceptable. No matter how dorky that whole unyeilding compassion thing is that I'd never want.
... If I hear any comments from any of my staff over this, you're fired.
You think I won't do it, try me.
Muse: Dr. Gregory House
Fandom: House, M.D.
Word Count: 279
So for the sake of time, let's just go with the easy and obvious.
My opposite is Wilson.
Now I don't think that requires an explanation, but for those of you that are somehow new to this concept, let's go over the facts.
Wilson has a fetish for needy sick people. And they bug me. He's the doctor who gets crappy little gifts from terminal patients. I'm the doctor who never gets anything. And where's the justice in that? He tells people they're dying for a living. I save a life, I should at least get something.
Anyway. The man walks around with a pocket protector. My only oh so snazzy accessory is a cane. But at least that's better than the pocket protector.
He's, for all intensive purposes, everything I'm not. And how good or bad that is really depends on the situation.
But he can still tell a joke, and make even the really truly utterly lame ones half decent. He's not boring all the time, even when he's acting like a complete nerd. And he's my best friend.
So I guess that makes him acceptable. No matter how dorky that whole unyeilding compassion thing is that I'd never want.
... If I hear any comments from any of my staff over this, you're fired.
You think I won't do it, try me.
Muse: Dr. Gregory House
Fandom: House, M.D.
Word Count: 279