I'm waiting in the waiting room and one of my comrades comes out. He looks around quickly and tries to give me a subway sandwich he had left on a waiting room chair while he did his thing. He literally comes up to me with wide eyes and says "hey can you do me a favor? Can you just eat this sandwich?"
I say no thanks I just ate and after looking around, babbling about a "new lady," he runs out the front door, intent on finding someone to eat his sandwich. I told him there were plenty of people outside and I was sure he could find someone. He's already out the door.
Before I get a chance to process this strange encounter, a lady ushers me into her office and immediately begins changing my schedule around. I try to go along with her, in hopes that she'll go away (I do this a lot at work) but she starts running to the door and tries to get the secretary to sign me up for activities I'm not even aware of. I finally decide to engage and get her to calm down from that. I ask her who she is. She tells me she's in charge of this whole operation but she's been in Modesto the past week.
Huh? I've been involved in this damn program since May and I haven't seen her once. Wtf is going on?
She asks me some questions and I swear, it has never been more painfully obvious to me that when people are actually going through substance withdrawals, there is no worse place to be than a rehab program.
I doubt I'm actually the type of person that needs help from this kind of program, but if I was, I'd be totally fucked! She was SO distracted. Asking me questions without being even SLIGHTLY interested in my answers. Seriously the worst counselor I've ever encountered. After thoroughly mentally violating me she speeds through her paperwork and I am dismissed.
I biked to the train in light rain afterwards.
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