Friday, May 06, 2005

Today I trained in the use of some instruments for assessing Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. It was tiring, as any new job is. Even if this isn't strictly a job, but rather volunteering in order to help a colleague with his dissertation. And also to rack up some assessment hours for the next time I try to apply for internship.

The omniscient receptionist/secretary/executive assistant/whatever had a little goldfish in a little bowl. She informed me that his name was "Gil" (or perhaps "Gill") but that his nametag was away due to fishbowl cleaning.

"Ah--I can tell what nationality he is, then," I replied.

"What's that?" she asked, cocking her head.


That will now be placed on the new name tag.

1 comment:

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