I had another government worker in the office this week. PatientsÂ come in all forms. Some of them work for the government. Their problem, not mine.
Oh, I suppose not everyone who works for the government is this way. ItÂ just seems to me that they lack the same gusto for lifeÂ that most of my other patients do. They usually come to me as workers for the post office or members of the teacher’s union.
This patient was just that. She was a teacher and the school year had just begun. What came out of her mouth was what was so discouraging to me. “Only 5 years, 11 months and 27 days before I can retire.” Or something like that.
How sad. Do you really want to exist year to year in the limited time you have here on this earth, counting the years, the months, and the days until you can retire at two-thirds of your monthly income? Is that all there is to your life? Again, how sad.
Yet I hear it time and time again from those patients of mine who are employedÂ in government services.Â Not me. I love my job.
Yes, I have to put up with more governmental crap than most professions but I try hard to remain focused on pleasing my patients and honestly, I regret the day when that may come to an end. I’m living to live, not living to die.