Donations.

During a recent late night working session we started talking about how our job will eventually kill us.

Which led to a discussion about wills.

Which led to a discussion about a living will.

Which led to a discussion about what body part our current client would want from us.

My good friend Nan, who is sweet as ever said her heart.

My smart PhD friend Joel said his brain.

The whipping boy of the project said the obvious, his testicles.

They looked at me and asked, Amy, what would our favorite torturing client want of yours?

I thought about it and a few things came to mind - my mouth, my backbone, my listening ears, my patient personality and the perfect answer come to mind...

I stated clearly with a straight face - "this client would want my soul."

Everyone laughed but they in the end everyone knows this client has taken away my patience, my time, my youth, my clean vocabulary and my kindness. I gave the best answer I could think of and it was very fitting.

At least I can laugh at the situation. It beats crying.