1. I found out a tasty little morsel today about The Fill-In-Receptionist: she doesn't know how to use a computer. For real. As in doesn't even know how to turn one on. As a result, she can't type, can't get on the Internet, and doesn't know what a mouse is for. This seems to have escaped The Doctor's attention in the hiring process and consequent calling of me and The New Receptionist into his office for the "I-know-I've-hired-the-right-person-for-the-job-even-though-both-of-you-disapprove-of-my-decision" talk. I'm wondering how I'm going to get my job done when I have to pop up literally every five minutes to show her how to use the enter button. I guess the good news is that no one can accuse her of being on the Internet too much, which has been a major discussion in the office for the past two weeks.
2. I'm wondering what on earth happened to manners. I went to dinner with The Instructor and the girls from school last night. I swear to you that I have never heard a group with fouler mouths in my entire life - and not the funny kind of foul, the kind of foul that makes you cringe and feel super embarrassed. That and the fact that they openly discuss porn in detail, show each other graphic pictures from their cell phones, and complain so loudly about the food you'd think they could be heard out in Elk Snout, Canada discourages you from ever wanting to mingle with them again. It's beyond disgusting.
3. And speaking of The Instructor, he had to find a creative way to help the girls cheat on the kinesiology test yesterday due to the fact that a friend of the school owner's was there to observe. He just went ahead and stapled the answer key to the back of the test. Once again, I'm totally not kidding.
4. I finally gave my first massage to a fully nude male, Big Mike. He's about the same weight as Husband but he's nearly an entire foot shorter. I'm not going to lie. I was pretty embarrassed when the draping didn't go exactly the way I wanted it to and I got a good glimpse of his....ummmm...stuff. Big Mike didn't mind at all and after I'd almost peed my pants from laughing behind my hand, we finished up the massage.
5. The Doctor did some lab work on me last week and my liver functions were a little up. He's now convinced I have Hepatitis. He made me give more blood today. I'm hoping my body will calm down a little so I don't have to give blood daily for the next year.
6 comments:
Dr. needs a reality check. Why are you even letting him draw blood? I'd be running the other direction.
About the assistant job, just apply anyways, put your school information down, let them know you'd like to do anything to help until you're licensed, and see what happens. I don't know anything about licensing for Chiropractic assistants, but for the three months where I didn't have my license, I worked as an aide and got lots of fantastic observation hours. Good luck!
Well, now that you've seen Big Mike's junk, you officially have something inappropriate to discuss with your colleagues at dinner!
The only reason I let him to blood to begin with was because he wouldn't give me antibiotics otherwise. I would get a new doctor but that would require taking time off work without paid sick days.
And, as far as Big Mike's junk goes, everyone else saw it, too...and they didn't want to discuss it. Can you believe that?
Oh, and the chiropractic assistant thing just requires a Texas State Massage Therapy License. That's totally what I'm getting anyway. And I'm applying as soon as I get my cover letter together.
LOL!! (the Big Mike "experience" not the blood testing marathon.)
You crack me up! The Big Mike story was the best! :)
And just for future reference and a way to avoid giving all of your blood in the next year, if you just need an antibiotic, just call Marshall!! I'm serious! We always do. People even call him to prescribe antibiotics for their dog. True story.
But really, he would be happy to and I'm 100% SURE he won't give you a "how to make babies" talk!
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