165. Night
There are some nights I can’t wait to get home from work, put my feet up, have a glass of red or a glass of scotch after dinner, and put the day behind me. Some days are just so hectic I want nothing more than to put the entire on hold. Particularly those days where House is being a particularly stubborn pain in the ass, or causing grief where grief really isn’t needed or wanted. I just have to grit my teeth and bear it because putting up with him is the price I have to pay for hiring him. And, believe me, there are some days I only want to give him enough rope to hang himself with.
There are some nights I can’t get home no matter how much I want to, because I’m just too busy. Especially if I’m stuck back at work going through things like dictations and budgets. Especially House’s budgets, seeing he likes to take liberties in departmental neglect. Sometimes the neglects are so big I end up having to rope Wilson into staying behind with me to go through the mountains of House’s reimbursement claims. The guy likes to reap as much as he can, with the impression that I won’t notice. That trip to Boston, for example? Four nights at the Hilton? Tickets to the Celtics, all expenses made courtesy of my hospital? Please. I know how much all of that is a game to House. Everything’s a game to him. Right down to the way he deals with his patients. Drives me insane. And you’ve no idea how much satisfaction I get in scrawling ‘DENIED’ across House’s dodgy reimbursement claims. Small satisfaction at that, but satisfaction nonetheless.
There are some nights, particularly on the weekends, where I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I have my circle of friends but most of them are married with children and have very little time to really do anything with without their significant other or their kids. And I tend to feel like an intruder more than anything if I go around to their place to visit.
There are some nights I spend way too much time surfing the dating columns online. I get loads of emails each week from guys (and sometimes females) interested in my profile. But there’s only so many ‘You’re a sexy lady, let’s meet up for a good time’ I can receive from dodgy-looking fifty year old men before I start to feel cheap, useless and pathetic at the whole dating thing. I usually give up by the time I reach that point.
The only thing that doesn’t change through all of that is that I wish, consciously or subconsciously, each night that there was someone I could spend my evenings with. Someone who’d rub my feet after a hard day at work, rub my shoulders, someone to talk to. Someone to share my bed with. Someone to wake up to the next morning. It gets lonely. My job is all I really have and while that’s kept me going for a long time, I’m reaching the point where I want more to life than just House’s budget reimbursements, patient grievance reports and House’s ass in my office every time he royally screws something up. As well as a hospital to maintain and an entire hospital of staff to keep happy.
Until someone comes along, if ever, I’ve got online e-dates and House’s departmental neglect to keep me company. At the rate in which House chooses to neglect his departmental responsibilities, amid everything else he does to make my professional life hell, I’ll never have time for anybody, anyway.
Lisa Cuddy; House MD; 642 words.
There are some nights I can’t get home no matter how much I want to, because I’m just too busy. Especially if I’m stuck back at work going through things like dictations and budgets. Especially House’s budgets, seeing he likes to take liberties in departmental neglect. Sometimes the neglects are so big I end up having to rope Wilson into staying behind with me to go through the mountains of House’s reimbursement claims. The guy likes to reap as much as he can, with the impression that I won’t notice. That trip to Boston, for example? Four nights at the Hilton? Tickets to the Celtics, all expenses made courtesy of my hospital? Please. I know how much all of that is a game to House. Everything’s a game to him. Right down to the way he deals with his patients. Drives me insane. And you’ve no idea how much satisfaction I get in scrawling ‘DENIED’ across House’s dodgy reimbursement claims. Small satisfaction at that, but satisfaction nonetheless.
There are some nights, particularly on the weekends, where I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I have my circle of friends but most of them are married with children and have very little time to really do anything with without their significant other or their kids. And I tend to feel like an intruder more than anything if I go around to their place to visit.
There are some nights I spend way too much time surfing the dating columns online. I get loads of emails each week from guys (and sometimes females) interested in my profile. But there’s only so many ‘You’re a sexy lady, let’s meet up for a good time’ I can receive from dodgy-looking fifty year old men before I start to feel cheap, useless and pathetic at the whole dating thing. I usually give up by the time I reach that point.
The only thing that doesn’t change through all of that is that I wish, consciously or subconsciously, each night that there was someone I could spend my evenings with. Someone who’d rub my feet after a hard day at work, rub my shoulders, someone to talk to. Someone to share my bed with. Someone to wake up to the next morning. It gets lonely. My job is all I really have and while that’s kept me going for a long time, I’m reaching the point where I want more to life than just House’s budget reimbursements, patient grievance reports and House’s ass in my office every time he royally screws something up. As well as a hospital to maintain and an entire hospital of staff to keep happy.
Until someone comes along, if ever, I’ve got online e-dates and House’s departmental neglect to keep me company. At the rate in which House chooses to neglect his departmental responsibilities, amid everything else he does to make my professional life hell, I’ll never have time for anybody, anyway.
Lisa Cuddy; House MD; 642 words.