"We don't work in the coal mines Goose." That is what a supervisor told me a few years back when I complained of being tired after a day full of ten clients, phone calls, and reports. I certainly understood.
Goose: "It's dark in here."
Miner: "It's a mine."
Goose: "When is our 15 minute break?
Miner: "What's that?"
Goose: "Where's the water?"
Miner: "Back at camp."
Goose: "That's an hour away."
Miner: "More like two. We have to hike out of here."
Goose: "Are we going to die?"
Miner: "If the rocks don't get you the black lung will."
Goose: "I want my mommy. What are you doing with that pick axe?"
Miner: "Putting you, and me, out of our misery."
So when I complain that just about all my clients need late night appointments I'm sure you play your little violins for me. However, thirty minutes after Fire woke up this morning I was headed off to work.
"You comin' home today?" he asks with excitement in his voice.
"Not.........uh.............until after you are in bed." With a tentative voice.
"Tomorrow?"
"Uh.............no?" I wince as if I just twisted the knife.
"Oh."
Two days later Daisy calls to tell me Beast was going to bed and asked if I was ever coming home. I felt like the plumber with the leaky faucet. Well, hell no I'm not gonna go to work anymore. I will counsel at my leisure but have my rates at an alarmingly high rate so I don't lose any income. People will think that because I cost more I must have great counseling skills. Also, since my time schedule will be tight, it will further confirm my ability to psychoanalyze the living sh*t out of any living thing because I'm so desireable.
My master plan is coming together beautifully.
I heart you.
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