Working hard. Or hardly working.

So, we work with this doctor. I'll call him Dr. McFussy. The name implies something of a high-maintenance nature, which can be true, but I've known the man since I was 18 years old and a lowly file clerk in his office, so we go way back. And I completely adore him. Mostly because he'll let me get away with just about anything.

Dr. McFussy has this chair he likes. And by "likes", I mean if this chair were to go missing, he might just die of getting himself all in a huff. Our entire endo center had to move to a new location for two months after our center in Puyallup flooded (long story involving power outages, power surges, a Saturday afternoon, and a snarky on/off switch on a piece of equipment run mostly with water). Needless to say, the chair came along with us. Yes. Our manager crammed the chair in to her wee SUV-wannabe all in the name of keeping Dr. McFussy happy. Because that's just how much we love him. And love to give him a bad time.

Now, Wednesdays are Dr. McFussy's day off. And on Wednesday I happened to be working with Jodi. This always means trouble, as Jodi and I have such similar practical-joke loving personalities that our manager often rolls her eyes and wonders why she schedules us to work in the same room together EVER. I love Jodi.

So there we were, during a not-particularly-eventful colonoscopy, and I found myself gazing at the unoccupied Throne in the corner. And I got this idea that wouldn't it be fun to take pictures of some of us racing around in the Sacred Chair and put together an album for Dr. McFussy, detailing all the fun his chair gets to have on his day off?

I knew Jodi would be game.

So the above shot is Jodi racing me down the back hallway of our center while our friend Elisa photo-logs the whole event. And that's not even the best picture we got. The best, most priceless photo taken was one of Dr. Smartass launching Dr. StraightLaced down the hall while Dr. StraightLaced has a look of terror on his face. I would put it here but people might recognize them and wonder why the hell their gastroenterologist is screwing around at work instead of concentrating and being serious the way doctors are supposed to be. They are serious. Most of the time.

And now I have all these photos and I need to print them and make something big and flashy that I just know will make Dr. McFussy laugh, even though he'll pretend to be all serious and concentrating like doctors are supposed to be, but COME ON, this shit is funny.

It's all part of my charm.