BOY, AM I ANGRY!

I have spent a lot of time and effort for nothing. It seems I work hard at something and I get no recognition, but screw up once and I hear about it! As they say in Brooklyn: “Furrgetaboutit!”

Of late I have been walking every morning (something I hate), being careful about what I eat, and taking trouble to realize how much fat I avoid eating. In the process, I have noticed a difference in my weight, and in my clothes, I am on the verge of a new wardrobe. I am so happy with the results I am actually worried my tuxedo won’t fit for the wedding in July.

Early this year I went to my doctor for one of my checkups, and when I weighted in, I had gained a few pounds over the holidays. I was fine, but the doctor did mention it to me. (I really had a snappy comeback, but I didn’t use it because it didn’t come to me until the next day!)

So a few weeks ago I go the doctor, and his crackerjack aid or nurse, escorts me into the inner sanctum to wait some more. She is in her late 30’s or early 40’s, and is much too quick to do things, always in a hurry. She has an attitude (You know the type, they think that without them the office would cease to function) and I once gave it to her on the phone. I step on the scale, and she haphazardly slides the weight without looking at the results, half looking and puts on the chart more weight than I was!

Then to make it even worse, she goes into the examining room and she sticks the thermometer in my mouth while trying to put the plastic safety cover on it. I take it and slip it all on and she says she will be right back. As I sit there, I realize the dumbbell never put it on! I’M SITTING THERE WITH THERMOMETER IN MY MOUTH, AND THERE IS NO READING!

So I decided I have to start giving hell to these people, after all, they are supposed to know better and they don’t do their job properly, because they want the world to know how hard they work, when in fact it is hardly working!

Maybe I’ll tell the witch doctor he needs a new witch nurse.