Another Thing I'll Leave Behind

Hey….here’s something else I’m leaving behind to live in Yellowstone National Park.  It’s my luxurious office.

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

clear on what would actually happen when the

dentist visited. 

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 Ohio will brown out

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.  Yellowstone beckons. 

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