For some reason unknown to me, many of my co-workers feel the urge to come into my room and unload their emotional crap on me. I finally put up my hourly fees. Most are broke and/or already know that what's about to come out of their mouth is idiotic so they just say, "Ms. Coil, I'm here for my slap down."
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Yes, Ma'am! I Enjoy Being Slapped, Ma'am!
For some reason unknown to me, many of my co-workers feel the urge to come into my room and unload their emotional crap on me. I finally put up my hourly fees. Most are broke and/or already know that what's about to come out of their mouth is idiotic so they just say, "Ms. Coil, I'm here for my slap down."
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haha "maybe you have more of a healing touch than you realize"
Where do I send the check?
Dhyana, I guess we both have it in different ways. Your clients might need your healing touch after they've had my healing touch.
For you, Larry, I'm thinking you'd better hand-deliver that check. It's the right thing to do.
I think healing runs in the family.
We all just do it in different ways.
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