Well…DUH
I can now clearly recognize the medicated ones because I
am one of them. I quite frankly do not think I need all of these pills, but
maybe a few of them. I could delve into the brain science behind it, but that would likely bore everyone. Besides, my family feels
like they can safely go out of town knowing I am well-medicated.
We are the ones that have to survive in this assisted
living facility looney tunes. It is a
full-time job keeping anyone happy here with all of the egregious things that
go on. So if we are all somewhat sedated the staff and owners of this huge stock
exchange corporation get away with a multitude of violations but they still collect
the astronomical rents! After all, there are stockholders to pay!
There is chronic terrible food. I had a chicken enchilada
last week, with no chicken in it, they listed rainbow sherbet as sorbet, and
yesterday’s 4th cookout made me so nauseous I threw up like I never
have before. The roof leaks are chronic and everywhere. Most of the medicine technicians, a fancy
word for pill pushers for whom I pay dearly to have, are grossly underpaid.
Most of them do not understand English and have no idea what pills they are
giving us. Administration has even devised
an almost foolproof way to simply the distribution but they still screw it
up.
I will give some of them credit! The fact that they can work in this looney
toon farm is a true tribute to their caring about us. There are some that I
have come to know and they do care but the administration does not back them
up.
Yep, for the most part I am well-behaved and medicated.
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