Rug Doctor

Contributing greatly to my demise as a psychologist was the abstract nature of the work itself. It was a real killer - chaotic, and, seemingly, measured with a rubber ruler.

One thing that brought this home to me was in my occasional work as a Rug Doctor. Every so often, we would rent a Rug Doctor machine and steam clean our carpets. I found this to be such a refreshing change of pace from doing counseling and therapy that I almost considered changing fields. It was really therapeutic.

I think I enjoyed seeing results. The water in the machine would, actually, turn black from the dirt, right before my eyes, and you could watch the dirty water as it was being sent down the drain. For others in our profession, gardening would satisfy many of the same needs.

Lately I haven't had the urge to clean my carpets with a Rug Doctor. I'm either moving up the spiritual ladder and am a great deal more satisfied, or I might just be getting lazy. It's probably some combination of the two!