Okay. Glad I got that out of my system. Let the cleverness ensue:
The potential for journalistic kookiness (that is, kookiness in my journal) is something that I find hypothetically irresistible.What I mean by this largely, is that if I were the sort of person to know what to write whenever I sat down at this thing, whomever actually reads this besides me would find themselves virtually befuddled with baffoonery.
I daresay it would be an extravaganza.
I started another job recently. I now work for a company called, well... nevermind that. Let us just say that it is a very large behavioral health company which deals almost exclusively with the Seriously Mentally Ill (heretoforth known simply as "SMI").
Once again I find myself working as a Paraprofessional, though in a much different capacity than my previous position at that drug rehab. Basically all I do now is hang out and watch tv and make sure no one gets stabbed in the eye. Again.
One of the "consumers" at the house I was at today (who shall remain nameless so I don't get sued or lose my job) is shizophrenic (schizoaffective unspecified, i believe), and basically all he does is pace and mumble. And smoke. Or sometimes mumble and pace, depending on how he's feeling. One cool thing about him is that repeats what he hears, kind of like a big, crazy parrot.
Needless to say, it's really entertaining.
The potential for journalistic kookiness (that is, kookiness in my journal) is something that I find hypothetically irresistible.What I mean by this largely, is that if I were the sort of person to know what to write whenever I sat down at this thing, whomever actually reads this besides me would find themselves virtually befuddled with baffoonery.
I daresay it would be an extravaganza.
I started another job recently. I now work for a company called, well... nevermind that. Let us just say that it is a very large behavioral health company which deals almost exclusively with the Seriously Mentally Ill (heretoforth known simply as "SMI").
Once again I find myself working as a Paraprofessional, though in a much different capacity than my previous position at that drug rehab. Basically all I do now is hang out and watch tv and make sure no one gets stabbed in the eye. Again.
One of the "consumers" at the house I was at today (who shall remain nameless so I don't get sued or lose my job) is shizophrenic (schizoaffective unspecified, i believe), and basically all he does is pace and mumble. And smoke. Or sometimes mumble and pace, depending on how he's feeling. One cool thing about him is that repeats what he hears, kind of like a big, crazy parrot.
Needless to say, it's really entertaining.
delores:
i was just bored and poking around at local members journals, and found you and this entry really made me giggle so i thought i'd say hello.
delores:
i was just bored and poking around at local members journals, and found you and this entry really made me giggle so i thought i'd say hello.