I work at a psychiatric hospital. No, we do not use straight jackets or do lobotomies. Yes, it is haunted.
My office used to be an inpatient holding cell and seasoned employees casually conclude “oh yeah, people definitely died in here.”
Perhaps it comes with the territory, but folks around here have no problem talking about death. My 3rd day on the job I attended a retirement party for the woman who had previously held my position. While all the administrative harpies clustered in little swarms to glare at me and discuss my abundant flaws, a man who looked like Santa Claus leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“Take comfort in the fact that by the time you retire, everyone in this room will be dead.” [Read more…]
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