So just in case you wondered if I was excited to come to work, here's what I'm like once Mama parks the car and opens the door for me. Once you get the glass doors of the medical library open, you pass the security guard (don't forget to show your ID.... unless, of course, if you're with me!) and then make a quick right to "my office."
As with every good therapist, I have a comfy sofa in my office. When my appointments arrive, they take a seat on the sofa and I begin the process of "fixing" their problems. For example, please see below.
|Step one: Tell me your problems or just cry|
|Step two: You get lots of kisses!|