Ya Go Before Ya Go

So I took some time off yesterday for various personal errands and was unexpectedly called into service by The Mother. Can you please come over to my clinic for a meeting with the prospective new employer, and we can negotiate and finalise the terms of my employment contract and then sign it.

You know, it's a nice feeling to be able to give back a little to the parental unit, to assist the parental unit in some way that is actually useful to her and not vaguely useful in the sense that she just wants me to think I am useful when I am not actually helping her in any way, and just wasting her time. It shows that she finally sees me as an adult individual, with some useful skills.

So I show up only 5 minutes late at her soon to be ex-employer's clinic, wait another 15 minutes until she's finished seeing a patient and then she's ready to leave. By then, I've managed to touch everything in the dispensary displays at least once, flip through the magazines and mess up the newspapers. Just like old times. The soon to be ex-employer's nurse cannot wait for me to leave before I break something.

Ok, says The Mother. I've got all the documents here. We'll head down to meet Dr W. But before that, can you please go pee before we leave. Otherwise if you need to pee later, I may not be able to find you a toilet. Also, we need to get you a cardigan from the car. It may be cold. I don't want you to catch a chill.