My Job Rocks

My new job makes me feel like a real grown up. I have a caseload of clients. I have an office with a file cabinet full of aforementioned clients' files. I schedule appointments with them, and they show up to see me. I'm their therapist.

At some point, I must have grown up, but I can't figure out when it happened. Could have been that 401K at the last job, I guess...

The best part is that despite this grown up facade, I still get to play with puppets. Kick. Ass.