Hey….here’s something else I’m leaving behind to live in
. It’s my luxurious office. Yellowstone National Park
Remember, I’m a social worker. We don’t get the corner offices with a view of the city. We get closets, basements and places that don’t meet fire codes.
Currently, this is my palace at a nursing home for people with “behavior” problems. You don’t even want to know about that. Odd. I always have jobs that make friends and family head for the door when I try to regale them with tales of my day. I think the stories are fascinating…they turn green and gag.
For instance, (grab your barf bag) the dentist uses my office for resident examinations.
I had only worked there a few months, so I wasn't
I’m thinking some cleanings or x-rays.
Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all which
was probably the case. The next thing I know, we’re talking tooth extractions, right there in front of my desk. My residents don’t exactly care about being socially appropriate so there was a lot of screaming.
Me and them, I think.
Are we clear now about my work environment? And look at those wires above my chair. I have no idea what that is all about. I’m afraid if I accidently pull one of them, the whole state of
will brown out Ohio
In case you’re interested, the gynecologist or proctologist doesn’t use my office. Yes, I asked that question!
My days here are few. I will miss the residents and my co-workers, but it’s time to move on. Bye, bye my little paradise.