I looked down at my watch and realized that I had just over an hour before my shift would expire. Overtime is not a certainty and I couldn't count on any ascension into time-and-a-half pay during these troubling economic times. I finished the cart I was working on and headed back downstairs to my desk in order to concentrate on the instrumentation needs of the OR the next day.
The doctors seek first not to harm. I seek only not to harm. My job is really harm prevention. I'm not the person who is going to save your life. I simply make sure the person who is going to save your life has the instruments to do so. That's the deal. I'm not the mechanic, I just fill the toolbox. I never help. I never harm. The deal suits me, and I'm suited for the deal.
I finished my work and headed for the locker room. On the drive home it occurred to me that while the clothes and location changed, the mindset is constant. In my personal life, as in my professional life, I seek only not to harm. It is a code; a set of guiding principles for both the truly benevolent and for moral cowards. Both behave so similarly they are indistinguishable. It is only the coward, however, who fully incurs the opportunity costs.
I parked the car in the driveway and walk toward the house. I couldn't help but notice the sky and how hauntingly beautiful it was as it was filled with clouds of a thousand different shades of gray. I'm as fascinated with clouds as a toddler might be and have a comparable level of understanding of them. I suppose fascination is not totally correct as nothing prevents me from studying nephology . Perhaps it is because of my blissful ignorance, rather than in spite of it, that I'm able to enjoy the view.
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