Gang, due to a great deal of insanity I'm going to take a few weeks off from the blog. Hoping to be back on November 18, 2019.
All is fine, but I need to decrease the things I'm juggling for a short time.
See you then!
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Monday, October 21, 2019
I'll tell you where you can put your shoe
Here's another great computer chart system. When you order a shoe for someone who just had foot surgery, it gives you a list to pick where the shoe should be worn:
Thank you, J!
Thank you, J!
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Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Casa De Mentia
Jack is a nice guy, unfortunately now progressing through Alzheimer's disease. Although his cognition is shot, his baseline friendly personality has stayed with him. He's always accompanied by his doting daughter, Susan, and yesterday there was a guy with them I hadn't previously met.
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi Jack, hey Susan. Have a seat. Hi, sir. I don't think we've met. Are you Jack's son?"
Guy: "No, I'm, uh, actually a tax auditor."
Dr. Grumpy: "A tax auditor?"
Susan: "Yes, I asked him to come with us today. He's auditing our taxes."
Guy: "They asked me to come today. I don't normally go to doctor appointments with people. Actually, this is a first."
Dr. Grumpy: "What's going on?"
Susan: "Apparently there's an issue with our taxes. Can you explain?"
Jack: "Hi, Dr. Gravy."
Susan: "It's Dr. Grumpy, Dad."
Guy: "I was sent to audit their taxes because of errors that were, incredulous, to say the least, and my department was concerned about fraud, but when I got there I found that..."
Susan: "Me and Larry have been letting Dad do our taxes."
Dr. Grumpy: "WHAT? You mean, recently?"
Susan: "Yes, ever since we got married 35 years ago. He's always done them."
Dr. Grumpy: "Jack, have you been doing their taxes?"
Jack: "Are we going to be done here before the Cubs game starts?"
Susan: "Daddy, it's football season."
Dr. Grumpy: "Wait... Susan, you let your Dad, who we've done all kinds of paperwork and POA and legal forms on for his Alzheimer's disease, DO YOUR TAXES?!!!'
Susan: "I asked him if he'd still be able to do them, and he said yes."
Jack: "I'm a CPA. Last week I was named to the top 10 CPA's in Bayonne."
Susan: "Daddy, you've been retired for 15 years."
Jack: "Is the Cubs' game on tonight?"
Guy: "Excuse me, doctor, but just to make sure, is this man mentally capable of doing income taxes?"
Dr. Grumpy: "NO. Absolutely not. Do you need me to put in writing?"
Guy: "Please."
Susan: "Dr. Grumpy, I have a question?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes?"
Susan: "Do you know a good accountant?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi Jack, hey Susan. Have a seat. Hi, sir. I don't think we've met. Are you Jack's son?"
Guy: "No, I'm, uh, actually a tax auditor."
Dr. Grumpy: "A tax auditor?"
Susan: "Yes, I asked him to come with us today. He's auditing our taxes."
Guy: "They asked me to come today. I don't normally go to doctor appointments with people. Actually, this is a first."
Dr. Grumpy: "What's going on?"
Susan: "Apparently there's an issue with our taxes. Can you explain?"
Jack: "Hi, Dr. Gravy."
Susan: "It's Dr. Grumpy, Dad."
Guy: "I was sent to audit their taxes because of errors that were, incredulous, to say the least, and my department was concerned about fraud, but when I got there I found that..."
Susan: "Me and Larry have been letting Dad do our taxes."
Dr. Grumpy: "WHAT? You mean, recently?"
Susan: "Yes, ever since we got married 35 years ago. He's always done them."
Dr. Grumpy: "Jack, have you been doing their taxes?"
Jack: "Are we going to be done here before the Cubs game starts?"
Susan: "Daddy, it's football season."
Dr. Grumpy: "Wait... Susan, you let your Dad, who we've done all kinds of paperwork and POA and legal forms on for his Alzheimer's disease, DO YOUR TAXES?!!!'
Susan: "I asked him if he'd still be able to do them, and he said yes."
Jack: "I'm a CPA. Last week I was named to the top 10 CPA's in Bayonne."
Susan: "Daddy, you've been retired for 15 years."
Jack: "Is the Cubs' game on tonight?"
Guy: "Excuse me, doctor, but just to make sure, is this man mentally capable of doing income taxes?"
Dr. Grumpy: "NO. Absolutely not. Do you need me to put in writing?"
Guy: "Please."
Susan: "Dr. Grumpy, I have a question?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes?"
Susan: "Do you know a good accountant?"
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Monday, October 7, 2019
Random pictures
Okay, time to hit the mail bag for stuff you guys have sent in.
From the "you need a hobby" files:
One reader vacationing in San Diego sent in this picture of her hotel's emergency exit sign:
And now, to stress the importance of online security:
From the "Safety is job #1" files:
And, finally, "chewy" is apparently now a flavor:
From the "you need a hobby" files:
One reader vacationing in San Diego sent in this picture of her hotel's emergency exit sign:
And now, to stress the importance of online security:
From the "Safety is job #1" files:
And, finally, "chewy" is apparently now a flavor:
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Thursday, October 3, 2019
Mary's desk
Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."
Ms. Call: "Hi, I'm trying to reach Dr. Freenbeen."
Mary: "He doesn't work here, this is Dr. Grumpy's office. Let me look up Dr. Freenbeen's number for you."
Ms. Call: "I already have it. I can't reach him. That's why I called you."
Mary: "Oh... We're not affiliated with that office at all."
Ms. Call: "Yes, but I still need to reach them. I can't get through. The internet says you're both neurology offices, so I figured you'd have a way to."
Mary: "No, we don't"
Ms. Cell: "There isn't some secret network that connects you people? I saw that on the internet, too."
Mary: "There is no such thing. I have the same phone numbers you do."
Ms. Cell: "You people are so unhelpful."
Click.
Ms. Call: "Hi, I'm trying to reach Dr. Freenbeen."
Mary: "He doesn't work here, this is Dr. Grumpy's office. Let me look up Dr. Freenbeen's number for you."
Ms. Call: "I already have it. I can't reach him. That's why I called you."
Mary: "Oh... We're not affiliated with that office at all."
Ms. Call: "Yes, but I still need to reach them. I can't get through. The internet says you're both neurology offices, so I figured you'd have a way to."
Mary: "No, we don't"
Ms. Cell: "There isn't some secret network that connects you people? I saw that on the internet, too."
Mary: "There is no such thing. I have the same phone numbers you do."
Ms. Cell: "You people are so unhelpful."
Click.