Would you like some marijuana with your morning coffee?

I haven't really brought you too many interesting stories from work lately, because I tend to forget them by the time I get home. Recently there has been a patient who I shall name George, who has become quite the annoyance. Every once in a while you come across that one patient that just drains you and the rest of the staff. When you come into work and find that you are assigned that patient(again), the first 5 and a half minutes of your shift you sigh and maybe complain a little here and there to whomever will listen to you or just under your breath, then you suck it up and get the job done. George has been with us for a while now, and everyone on staff knows him well. He will at times stop you in the middle of something just to talk to you about nothing. Or make comments about how hott you are and make you feel uncomfortable. But like I said, sometimes you get these guys and you just have to deal. The other night at work we had some issues with George. He had apparently been seen with a joint earlier in the day. There wasn't much we could do because we ourselves did not see the joint. Later that evening, George became agitated. I was forced to take action. I had to get very assertive with a Dr over the phone (with an audience no less) and sedate Mr. George. My night of work became much easier after that. One of George's favorite things to do was make and drink black coffee. He had at least one cup every 30 min. Around 3am, the clerk went over to clean up the nutrition room-where we keep the juice, sandwiches and patient formula and such. When she was cleaning around the coffee pots and restocking the sugar and creams she found a nice little baggy of green leafy substance. It was rather entertaining to all of us. Of ALL places for George to hide his stash, the nutrition room where all patients and staff have access is probably the most ridiculous place to hid it. We phoned security, who weren't really sure what to do with it. They took some pictures of the room and the drawer it was found in along with some names, placed the baggy into another baggy to prevent it from getting anyone else's prints on it. It had me crackin up. Never a dull moment.