I quit my job today,
told my employer that
it was difficult dealing
with patients dressed in white
acting like they knew everything.
I said, “They’re clearly delusional.
It’s a classic case of the patient
trying to impose their will on
the therapist by acting accusatory,
entitled and self-important.”
My employer had the gall to
call me delusional. He then
demoted me to the emergency
ward where the patients had
the audacity to tie me up
to the bed. What sort of
institution is this anyway?
Where are the worker’s rights?
They don’t pay us anything,
don’t allow us to go home,
give us three badly cooked meals,
moderate our cigarette breaks,
and make sure we take some
pills that improve ‘productivity.’
This happens when
you’re stuck working on a
commie planet. At least the
aliens are okay. They’re only
partially sentient, but observing
them at night makes me believe that
I’ll make it back to earth one day.
Ordinary Person 
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