For whatever reason, I decided to check myself in to a psychiatric hospital. I am assigned a nurse and a room, and then I'm put into the main hall to roam around. The people around me are downright crazy. They make me uncomfortable they're so messed up.
Then it occurs to me that I left work on my lunch hour to come here, but I've been here much longer than an hour. I need to leave in order to get back to work. It's only been a few hours, so I figure I can make it up by working late tonight. Then I remember I didn't even tell them I was going to be late getting back.
I go up to the nurses desk and tell them I need to leave so I can get back to work. The guy behind the desk checks my chart and sees I'm allowed to leave whenever I want, so he starts the process of checking me out. He asks for my credit card but I can't find it. More and more time is passing, and I know I'm going to be getting back to work even later, now. I finally find the credit card and hand it to him, and then neither of us can read the number. It's taking hours and hours trying to check out and I'm starting to feel helpless.
Then I woke up and remembered I was laid off last week. I should have just snuggled down in my looney bin bed and taken a nice snooze.
