Today I wanted to tell a client to chill because she was upset that one of her socks didn’t come out of the dryer. There were at least 45 pairs in her drawer. She made me look for it until I said I had to go. Dear God, if I ever get to the point where I freak out over a missing sock let it end already.
Another client’s house smelled of cigarette smoke so badly that I requested to not be sent there anymore. I still have a headache.
Now I am going to go have a nap.