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Bella Swan/deserves a raise
It's probably not a surprise to anyone that the security code is sixty-nine sixty-nine.
I mean, Alice owns the building.
If she was a normal boss, I'd sit at her fancy desk and reschedule appointments, but she isn't, so I'm not.
Instead, I sit at my desk and utilize my headset.
"Yes, Mrs. Spencer. I apologize, but Doctor Whitlock is out of town for the week."
"Yes, ma'am, it's the same person. She got married over the holidays."
"Of course, you can tell her yourself when you come in on the ..."
Trying to explain the situation to people is a lot more exhausting than I thought it would be.
I mean, I'm still in my pajamas.
I didn't think it would take hours, but it did.
Most patients were understanding, but some of them were not.
I was asked to fax patient files over to other offices a few times.
I'm standing in line at Chipotle, trying to decide whether or not I want guac, when my phone rings.
"Do you want a burrito?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"