Monday, February 2, 2009

my real job.

I had a dream that I was at a plastic surgeons office and i had had some work done which "cost about $1,000" and my friend Rochelle was with me, she was considering getting some work done there too because she is from LA and it would be cheaper here in WI. So my brother was also there and some nurses were explaining what the surgery would be and my brother signed a consent form for Rochelle to get the plastic surgery. So then Rochelle started having second thoughts and the nurses were like well you signed so you basically have to have the work done. We were all sitting in these modern chairs and the doctor pulled up this modern couch to the table and laid down and was like well not much we can do the consent form is signed, Rochelle got really upset so they gave her some milk with vodka in it. And so I started "advocating' for her and was like "look she can back out if she wants she gave you no money and it is only like $2,000." They agreed and I was like...well that's what social workers do.

1 comment:

Reem Tara said...

Milk and vodka? Barf-o-matic!