Workness
We're attempting to expand the empire. Which means I might inadvertently get promoted. And start running more than one facility. Which would be interesting and difficult.
In the meantime, there continue to be hilarious funnies about what I do. The following is an excerpt of last night's falderal.
First off, it's already two hours past when I should have left for the day and it was likely to be two more hours till I actually could leave that day. So, I was already brain-dead.
We had four clients needing to see a doc that day and his schedule was slammed, so he didn't arrive till quite late. He saw two clients and then had dinner with us and then started in on the last two clients.
I had made a white-chocolate and raspberry cheesecake as a bribe for him that evening. (Yes, I regularly bribe the doctors and emergency staff with food; no, I don't feel any compunction about such ethics). I made a second one of the same for my staff. Thus began the eating of cake and decompensation of staff. The doctor was absent at this point.
One of said staff decides that the cheesecake is so good that it is worthy of dance and proceeds to do a dance that would belong in a strip joint. She finishes it off with a bend and kick. We are already laughing hysterically at this point. She then reports that the cheesecake is giving her Tourettes and begins to swear exuberantly in praise of the cake. Some of the swears get really creative and goofy. More hysterical laughter ensues. She then stops and says that she has a really good one, but that it is far too inappropriate for work. We, of course, insist that she share. She then says, "Cum Dumpster."
At this point, I literally double over in my chair and have difficulty breathing because I am laughing. One of the staff is hanging onto the filing cabinet in stitches and the other is turning red and actually tearing up from laughter. And the staff member at the center of it all is still bumping and grinding. Just at this moment, the pretty doctor walks in. He looks at us and says, "What the h*!! did you put in that cake?"
We all collectively split our sides. Between gasps, all we can manage to answer is "Dumpster."
He was terribly confused.
In other news, we've decided to make agency T-shirts with the following slogan: You don't like you, so why should I?
--Randir
In the meantime, there continue to be hilarious funnies about what I do. The following is an excerpt of last night's falderal.
First off, it's already two hours past when I should have left for the day and it was likely to be two more hours till I actually could leave that day. So, I was already brain-dead.
We had four clients needing to see a doc that day and his schedule was slammed, so he didn't arrive till quite late. He saw two clients and then had dinner with us and then started in on the last two clients.
I had made a white-chocolate and raspberry cheesecake as a bribe for him that evening. (Yes, I regularly bribe the doctors and emergency staff with food; no, I don't feel any compunction about such ethics). I made a second one of the same for my staff. Thus began the eating of cake and decompensation of staff. The doctor was absent at this point.
One of said staff decides that the cheesecake is so good that it is worthy of dance and proceeds to do a dance that would belong in a strip joint. She finishes it off with a bend and kick. We are already laughing hysterically at this point. She then reports that the cheesecake is giving her Tourettes and begins to swear exuberantly in praise of the cake. Some of the swears get really creative and goofy. More hysterical laughter ensues. She then stops and says that she has a really good one, but that it is far too inappropriate for work. We, of course, insist that she share. She then says, "Cum Dumpster."
At this point, I literally double over in my chair and have difficulty breathing because I am laughing. One of the staff is hanging onto the filing cabinet in stitches and the other is turning red and actually tearing up from laughter. And the staff member at the center of it all is still bumping and grinding. Just at this moment, the pretty doctor walks in. He looks at us and says, "What the h*!! did you put in that cake?"
We all collectively split our sides. Between gasps, all we can manage to answer is "Dumpster."
He was terribly confused.
In other news, we've decided to make agency T-shirts with the following slogan: You don't like you, so why should I?
--Randir