And now, a post I'm sure you've been anticipating with bated breath...
My job: Super Girl (overworked and underpaid version)
I am a secretary / receptionist / biller / medication clerk / and all around pee-on at a mental health clinic.
If you call the office because your medication has caused you to grow extra limbs, given you bad breath, explosive diarrhea, etc, I'm the one you scream at.
If you need someone to yell at in place of your parents, children, exes, bosses, or the guy that cut you off in traffic, call me up! I'll listen and commiserate.
If you miss a payment by one millisecond, I will send you threatening notes via the USPS and send out the snipers if need be.
I will sit at my desk for hours at a time staring at the phone and wishing it would blow up.
I will go home at the end of the day, so tightly wound it takes an hour of venting to my poor, defenseless husband before I can unclench my fists.
Saving the world, one crazy at a time...