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It has been an eventful week at the rehab.
I come in on Monday, and one of the part-timers is working. She starts whispering ... "As soon as everybody is gone, we have to go out and smoke together. You will not believe this."
Apparently, on Saturday, hyperguy came in, and was doing his usual bullshitting around, and avoiding seeing and talking to the folks he was coming in to replace. This was described as "he hid in the bathroom until gothychick left."
And?
Well, there were a bunch of patients in the lobby, and the doctor comes out to find hyperguy unwell.
By unwell, I mean that he was kind of non-responsive, breathing shallowly, that kind of unwell.
The doctor called 911 on him.
Now, there was another coworker there ... she was all flustered, nearly crying, from the description ... one of the junkies in the lobby said to her, "Don't worry lady, it's only an overdose. They'll give him some narcan and he'll be fine."
Of course, the junkie was an old hand at this, and was completely right.
My cow orker was wrong. I totally believed it.
bossdude announced that hyperguy was no longer working for the rehab. He also said, "I really mean it this time," referencing that time last year that hyperguy was fired for a hot urine, but pulled some prescriptions out of his ass and returned to work a few days later.
The place is an adventure, I tell you.
However, given the current massive hole in the schedule, the screwup threshold has been raised so high, nobody is in danger of being fired for quite some time.
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