Rhonda and I are working on PT scheduling.
Rhonda: The office is closed on Friday. Why do all the PTs think someone can cover their patients that day?
Me: I don't know. Aren't there a few people working? The temps and the weekend staff? . . .The hitman?
Rhonda: Yes, the hitman. I'm going to give this list of patients to be covered to him. That will take care of our wait list.
Previous quote reminiscent on a call long time ago with Kendall
Me: Hi, Kendall. Just calling to tell you hi and that I'm alive.
Kendall: Damn! I need to fire that hitman!
Kendall and mine's phone call today.
My phone rings, and it says Unknown caller. I answer anyway.
Kendall: Cari? It's Kendall.
Me: Sorry, I can't accept this call. The ID says you're an Unknown caller, and I don't take calls from unknown callers.
Kendall: That's right. This is not Kendall. This is a Secret Spy posing as Kendall to get all your personal information.
Yesterday at work.
I went up to Rhonda right before we usually leave for lunch together.
Me: I'm ready when you are.
Rhonda: I hope you're talking about lunch.
Me: Why? What else are you offering?
...10 minutes later while we're walking out the door for lunch
Rhonda: I don't know why I get shocked every time I touch something. I don't think I'm dragging my feet. Is my hair sticking up?
Me: Not any more than usual.
Rhonda: You're a brat today!
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