I discovered yesterday that I had overlapping appointments with my counselor and my shrink for today.
Called and got the shrink rescheduled for a later time. Told the receptionist she was a “life saver.”
Me: “Wait! I don’t mean like LITERALLY a life saver! Don’t tell him I said that! I just mean you really helped me out!”
Her–sounding rather annoyed: “I know what you mean.” And then she sighed really big.
People who deal with crazy people need to have more of a sense of humor. Right? Or maybe she used to have a sense of humor and then it was all crazied out of her?
