Of all the jobs in the world, I chose that of a psychologist. I have never complained about my job until today. I love to listen to people's problems and give them advice about them, even for people over 55 years old or with a precarious financial situation, the sessions are free. I love working with children and giving them a safe space where they can express themselves and be themselves.
-So, I'll tell you one more time, Grayson! You are the last hope of that guy! my boss yelled at me.
-" "That guy" you're talking about is a dangerous inmate with mental issues from what I hear. I confront the boss, then continue: What if he's going to send me to an eternal afternoon siesta??? I am exaggerating because his proposal, or rather his order, seemed impossible to me.
-He is an inmate who needs help, just like any of his patients. I can't afford those officers to lose him, he has some important information that one time and another, he will divulge. Do you understand, Angel??Insists Michael, my FAVORITE and and too annoying boss.
Offff, that name that has been haunting me everywhere for years. Sometimes I wish I didn't look so much like her, both physically and in behavior. This day is one of those days.
