Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Ok, I have an apartment.

And I have a job.

But I am a "waschechte Wienerin". So I regard it as my duty to complain caus that´s part of our national identity. Even though, of course, I do it purely out of patriotic feelings and not because I really want to.

For friends of lists and/or Austrian souls:..a small collections of what you don´t want at work:

1. Patients who come too early and complain that they have to wait too long.
2. Patients who come too late and complain that they have to wait too long.
3. Patients with a distorted perception of their own physics, a wish to undergo plastic surgery, but a dread of plastic knives, surgeons´knives, needles, doctors´smocks...and basically everything needed to balloon-size their perfectly shaped breasts.
4. Patients that look at you from top till toe and say: Where I come from only doctors are allowed to do this kind of examination. (P.S.: Is there a plastic surgery to make you look older?)
5. Patients.

Tomorrow there will be a better day - with old grandmothers whose cheeks you wanna pinch.

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