I got to work in a phyche ward yesterday which was abreakfrom routine. I'd been up on the floor before, but somehow that info was never passed on to me, but it did explain a lot of the hollering and wailing. It wasn't like working upoon the true menta lward. Tower 4 North is more for those who are senile or eqivalent. Still there isn't anything like doing finish work on a floor while someone babbles on about " I'm a big boy, a big boy, My mother my mother, my mother says, I'm a big boy. Hoover, no one does it like Hoover, No on does it like you. At my house my house..." It just kind of rambled on in a cirle like that as this guys mind wound down like an old clock. The only part of him I saw were two gnarled hairy hands swooping around each other. I only glimpsed this from the edge of the door. Frankly after listening to him for an hour I figured why ruin the surprise of actually seeing what he looked like.
