In government jobs, no one is assigned to design titles that easily fit on a business card. There is also no one responsible for creating titles that actually tell an outsider what one does.
So I have come to my new job and my title is "Responsible Psychotherapist." I have informed my co-workers they need to know two things about their new boss. If the organization had advertised a position for "irresponsible psychotherapist," I would have applied for it first. But, I have come to discover, those positions are already filled.
I also told them they were free to call me the "Responsible Psycho." Hence the conversation at the end of business yesterday. Offenders turn in a request to see the doctors, nurses and mental health folks. They are escorted to a large cage that houses about forty at a time. When it is their time, they are called out of the cage to see the respective person. My appointments didn't show up so I stopped by the Corrections Officer's booth to see if they were there. No, they were not I was told. Several offenders heard me and ask if I was the "psych guy." I replied in the affirmative. One said, "I don't have an appointment, but I will take the guy's who didn't show up."
"Why do you need to see me?"
"Doc. I have this little man that lives in my back pocket."
"How long has he been there?"
"oh, 'bout twelve years!"
"Well, why don't you have your imaginary friend call my imaginary assistant and he can set up an imaginary appointment to talk about his imaginary problems. "
This is going to be a great place to work
Friday, September 19, 2008
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