Maybe I should quit??!

I was awaken by the annoying ring of my cell phone at 8:00am - awaken from walking on the beach where I was oogling the volleyball vixens.

Me: Hello?? .......? (i just woke up.........so i sounded pretty damn groggy)
Voice: When are you coming into the office today?
Me: I'll be there in 30 minutes.

These office nazis arrive to the office at 6:30am. And what do they do?? They just surf on the internet and chat with each other in the break room about useless stuff for the first 2 hours in the mornings anyways. Why do they want me to go into the office so early? They used to ask me to go to the office at 7:30, but we all just ended up goofing off until 8:30 anyways. Whatevers. It's not like I am paid on a salary or hourly. I am technically an independant contractor, paid by productions, 20% of whatever I bring into the office is my share of the pay. So I dont really have any hourly schedule that I need to abide by. And then there is Dr. R, who is supposedly my boss, but not really. He likes to start each day with a prayer in the meeting room. I know there are laws with schools and religion, but something should be done regarding work and religion......sheesh. Dont get me wrong, I like my work - good people, good pay, decent work environment. I just dont like how inefficient it is run in the morning.

I'm basically a mobile professional - a travelling freak show, if you will. I travel to various nursing homes to take care of patients. On rare occasions, I do have to stay in the office to handle emergency cases. Regardless, I will have an assistant with me at all times. Assistants - the greatest inventions in the world. They basically do the grunt work for me. How nice is that???

I arrive at a nursing home to see Mrs. B. She was asleep with drool inching its way down her lips into a pool of its fallen brothers and sisters. I introduced myself, but she was still not responding. I nudged her shoulder gently and she awoke with the brightest twinkle in her eyes. She was adorable - I could tell that in her prime, she would have been a looker. I introduced myself and my assistant. I explained that I was the tooth fairy and that I was there to collect one tooth from her. 93 year old Mrs B. looked very fragile, both her hand stricken by arthritis and viscious atrophies, leaving only skin and bones. I held her shaking hands to comfort her and told her not to worry.

Mrs. B looked at me with yet another twinkle in her eyes and said, "You dont look like a doctor. You look like a movie star!"

Hehehe. Perhaps she was blind due to old age or maybe glaucoma or cataracts caused her to percieve differently, but she just made my day. =)

Oh, the tooth came out fine. Mrs. B became a nickel richer that day.