Gordian Knot

Bad Gramma,

Yesterday was my monthly mental health tune up.  I didn't have any Gordian knots to work out, so I was happy to hear all about my therapist's intended new direction with her work.  I've got ten years on her and am in the gifted spectrum for how to tell someone to fuck off.   She took notes.  I want to tell these assholes she works for what's what and how. 

They have created a hostile work environment with unrealistic productivity expectations. There is such a shortage of professionals in this state that we fly in psychiatrists to help cope with the case loads.  This is not conducive to effectively helping the client.  There needs to be a connection.  Mental health is not an assembly line job.  

We practiced the Minnesota Nice passive aggressive method, where you say something sort of pleasant, but twist a barb in there that leaves them with a nice mind fuck.  And, NO, do not give them a mission statement for your vision of what their facility should be doing.  Send that to the governor of our state, who will appreciate your talents and compensate accordingly when you are chosen for the new mental health task force. 

We talk about self worth and the value of our talents.  As part of the productivity push, her employer is assigning a nurse and another therapist to sit in on her sessions to see where time can be cut and money saved.  The only way productivity will increase is if she wears a diaper all day.  I do not want two extra people in the room when I am talking about my shit.   This plan is actually a covert training mission for taking over when she is gone. 

They will be sorry when she leaves for greener pastures.  Dave and I will follow her like groupies wherever she goes.   So go forth and create your happiness.  Oh, and tell those bitches how much you will miss them.  Be sure and leave your business card.