Now I am no lawyer, but I think I would try to use the M.S. as a defense.  Although I have never heard of M.S. causing someone to sleep with young boys, I am sure there is some way to use it.

In other news since her release, there has been a sighting.

One of the nurses at work ran into Mary Kay at the Super Walmart. 

Nurse:   Ahhh, I mean, hello Mary Kay ( awkward silence) ummm, well I'm really not sure what to say.

Mary Kay:  What is there to say?

Wow!

The Nurse saw a T.A. in the check out and said " May Kay is here, in produce!"

The T.A. was in line though.  I would have gotten out of line and rushed to produce to run into her, but that's just me.

I was really hoping this would become national news.  32 year old, White, Jewish, not very attractive, woman with M.S., harbors and sleeps with a 16 year old black, ward of the state, runaway, and she was his counselor at a residential treatment center!  It does not get much better than that!

Besides I wanted Stone Phillips to come to work and knock on our car windows and stuff, while we drove away.

In other work related news, one of our clinical supervisors who is mainly in charge of discipline, had a heart attack.  He is 46, and not over weight. 

The boys have taken to a new fun activity called hurling urine at each other.  I guess instead of spit balls, they are making urine balls.  It's the new cool thing to do, in case you didn't know.  So you see why the supervisor may have had a heart attack.

This reminded us of the time Miss L almost ate a spit ball at work, thinking it was cottage cheese.  Now I'm thinking it might not have been a spit ball at all.  Not that one is really better than the other.

I guess some of the youth boys grabbed some adult female clients butts at the 4th of July bonfire.  They got in trouble, but I know many of the adult females and they are pretty skanky, so I bet they encouraged it.  Even one of the gay male adults said " please let me come back as a gay male again in my next life, if I have to deal with females like that"  They are not very lady like.

He's a pretty nice guy, Miss M and I like to diss with him at lunch.  He's the first flaming gay African American I have ever met.  He's writing a book about gays in prison.  I guess they are popular there.  Which makes sense.

So that's it, always exciting at the nut house.

Some call being in tune with others a gift.  I call it a curse.  It's especially hard when one does not have a degree in psychology, but can say with certainty that others at their work place are narcissistic, hypochondriac, socially retarded, and lazy. 

For some reason, others who are not quite as in tune, are not as aware of other coworkers mental illnesses, and then the aware person ( that would be me) feels crazy and alone. 

 Eventually, those who are not as in tune as I am, will come to the same conclusion and diagnosis that I have reached months before.

And then I will be forced to say "  Hello?  That's what I have been saying all along."

But for now I'll just have to wait until everyone else catches up.

Sometimes I just want to say " It must suck to be you."

But it kind of sucks to be me too.  Because I am so in tune with other peoples issues, I get highly annoyed.

I wish that I could be blissfully unaware of other people.