But the turnover at the clinic is the main point of this post, because they have started having everybody do alternating shifts, so no one person has to open or close for more than three months at a time. Which, if I worked there, I would think was annoying. I mean, you set up child care for your kid and then you have to change it every three months? But this also means that my physical therapist is about to go on earlier shifts, so I have to get a new therapist starting tomorrow. UGH. I finally found someone who I not only mesh well with on treatment, but who I also get along with on a personal level and now I have to switch. Plus, now I have to train someone else up on all my various complications and how I like everything to be done and just…NO. The new therapist seems perfectly nice but it’s just such a Pain In My Ass.
In final therapy news, the other day I was listening to my headphones and singing along to the Magic Man song from the Pitch Perfect soundtrack and when I took my headphones off, one of the girls was like, “We loved your Pitch Perfect rendition. ‘Thing 2’ was singing along,” and from around the corner Thing 2 yells, “I was! I loved it! I know all the words! I love that movie!” Omg, seriously, stop being so adorable, Thing 2. I was thinking how if Therapy Clinic were a TV show, Thing 1 and Thing 2 would be the biggest pairing in the fandom. (Not that I ship them in Real Life - I’ve only ever done that the one time! - but if it were a TV show with a fandom, it‘d be a thing).
I'm sorry…what? You mean you don’t turn parts of your life into TV shows? Come on, really? I always think of how my family is a sitcom that isn’t funny at all to me, but that the audience thinks is hilarious and yes, I did always feel like my high school was a teen drama, why do you ask? I refuse to believe other people don’t ponder their life in the television format.