I worked in a mental hospital (no, really)
as a painter (summer student worker for the maintenance dept.)
It wasn't actually that bad, just some very strange residents and outpatients that would come up and talk to you all the time. There was this one old fellow in a wheelchair who would corner me any chance he got and start mumbling very excitedly (and at great length) about god knows what, since I could barely make out a word he was saying. But I got enough to know it involved Nazis, the Masons, the Canadian government, Bulgaria, and of course the book of Revelations.
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It wasn't actually that bad, just some very strange residents and outpatients that would come up and talk to you all the time. There was this one old fellow in a wheelchair who would corner me any chance he got and start mumbling very excitedly (and at great length) about god knows what, since I could barely make out a word he was saying. But I got enough to know it involved Nazis, the Masons, the Canadian government, Bulgaria, and of course the book of Revelations.