The little things in life....or the big things

Since I have no Jordan to rant to...I am being forced to blog. I was feeling kinda depressed when I got to work today and I was not nice to people. I felt like I should just go home and back to bed when I saw it....it was beautiful...I reconsidered it…I would stay after all because it wassss!!!! SUPER CHISEL TIP SHARPIE!!!!!
Things like that make ur day worth living...till this escapee from the psych ward (no for real who lets these people use the phones anyway?!) calls me on the phone and is like (imagine insane sounding stutter) ….

me: This is Rachel, how may i help you?

EFPW(escapee-from-psych-ward)Whh wh wh wh wh where is this?

me: This is a nursing station at University of Michigan Hospital

EFPW: Wh wh whell my husband is a t-t-t-t-t-teacher at ..at ..at ..at the universi..si..sity.ty-ty-ty-ty he t-t-t-t-t-teaches hist--hist--to--to-ry and im im his wife who is here being being being being elvaluated for psych-psych-psychiatric care and I need help

me: What can I help you with (thinking...no kidding that explains alot)

EFPW: They they…they..are holding me up here against…my..my…my will…and…and …and …and forcing m-m-m-m-mme to take drugs...pl-pl-pl-please send som-m-m-m-meone to sss-s—sss-ssave m-m-m-m-mme

...and so the conversation went till I got rid of her by forwarding that call to security. The rest of my day started going pretty good as soon as I had my coffee. Well if you don’t count biting my tongue....that really hurt...