That yen. That giant, fast, angry yen. I got a job recently that skewed towards younger people. We all live in a hospital as inpatients, but we do some of the work too. As a result of this, the establishment enacted some programs to occur in the facility after hours to maintain healthy social development for the employees outside of this. I was first to show up and just wandered around the room. I set my backpack on a table and pulled out my laptop to kill the time. After a while, people started coming in and I rushed to hide it and clean up. Why? I wasn't doing something wrong necessarily. One of the other patients commented to me as though they believed I was lending my office for the group activities. The leader was quite like me. Watch Bosman. Was polite and understood me. I spent much time doing things while others relaxed and cuddled with each other looking busy. Why am I so nervous. I talked with a boy my age named Hero. His voice was soft and he was polite. My clothes were torn and I began to change here behind others before second guessing. I across the facility with two towels at the direction of a nurse. A visitor and his son were there. The father covered his son's face and groaned before saying, "I •m sorry" to the child as if my appearance was an attack on the eyes. The bathrooms were locked and changing rooms were by the corner of another hall then room. //////////////////// Besides patients, there are many visitors and physically fit young men to handle unruly patients. Inpatients at the hospital, as part of rehabilitation, can elect to join programs which will expedite their likelihood for discharge. This includes on the labor side of thing helping with cooking and cleaning. On the more social side, unfinished