Getting ready

"So when do you start work?"

"Next week."

"How is your back?"

"Getting better."

"So what is this place?"

"It is a media consulting firm. I sent my resume out them a month ago and I didn't hear from until recently when they wanted to schedule an interview."

"So what will you be doing?"

"I am working as a media specialist."

"What is that?"

"I will be examing trends in the media and writing up analysis reports."

"In other words you will be watching tv and reading Vanity Fair."

"Yeah."

"Why did I even bother going to med school? Have you told Mom and Dad?"

"Yeah. They were pretty happy."

"Of course they were. Now they don't have to cut you off."

"What? They were going to cut me off?"

"Not exactly. They were going to give you some more time but if you are still acting like a yenta by the usmmer they were were going to pull the plug."

"But they couldn't. Grandma set that up for me. There's nothing they could have done."

"Honey, this our parents were talking about. Our dad has a laundry list of Fortune 500 companies he has brought to their knees. He wouldn't break a sweat shutting your trustfund down. And besides, Grandma's lawyers are scared s***less of mom. They would gnaw their own legs off to avoid getting her mad at them."

"That is so f**ked up! I can't believe they would even think of doing that?"

"You are such a pillow case. I can't believe you are that oblivious. The signs were all there."

"What signs?"

"Oh my f**king God. What the f**k have we been doing for the past year but yell and screma at you to do something with your life."

"oh. I kind of blanked that out. It was too traumatic for me."

"It would have been really traumatic for you if you couldn't use your platinum card. Now be glad that you are not slinging coffee at Starbucks for health insurance."