Meanderings of a Monkey Juggler

Sometimes.

Good:  A friend I made on my "learn to teach English to foreigners" course was originally from Hong Kong and when she finished the course she disappeared back there to teach.  I hadn't heard from her for ages and then out of the blue she goes and phones me up yesterday.  Cue big smile on my face.

Bad: Me for not keeping in touch with people.  I need to make some long phone calls.

Good: My brother and his son Spike.  Bro phoned me a couple of days ago and handed the phone to young Spike.  Cue my longest conversation to date with the young un.  Looking forward to meeting them again soon.

Bad: A patient who has one of those "I'm a smug arrogant git" faces.  She comes in and says "My husband has to come with me".  I reply with "There's not a lot of room."  She says ""But he's disabled and needs to have an eye kept on him".  "But there's more chance of that in the waiting room where there are more people as we'll be in a tiny cubicle and he'll have to sit outside it whilst we get on with the business in hand."  She grumps and accedes to that view (to me).  Anyway I then get called in by my Senior who has been informed by the receptionist that the lady was very upset and was told "In no way would my husband be allowed in as there's no room" and she wanted to make sure that someone could properly watch him; not an official job for a receptionist (What's wrong with him so that he needs 24 hour observation anyway?).  I get bollocked for upsetting the patient and receptionist.  That's not what I said!  The bloody man can come and sit there on his own in a corner with no-one watching over him for all I care but I thought he'd get more care by being somewhere with more pairs of eyes around.  Apparently not.

Sigh.

Have fun.

PS Anyone around for larks and frolics this evening? (Friday)