Grown Ups Color To!

The things I get myself into!

24 year old Jennifer Haince is a....wait why am I talking in third person? Let's start over. My name is Jennifer Haince and I am a 24 year old personal investigator. I travel the world doing things a normal 24 year old would not even think about doing. My next stop is the Pittsburgh mental institution. Crazy, yes I know but that is what I love about my job. I will be spending a month acting like I am insane.

I pack my things and head for the car in knee high snow. 11 hour drive here I come. On the long drive to Pittsburgh, I practice how I am going to act and what I am going to do for a month sitting in a locked room staring at the walls. Finding out the dirty little secrets they don't tell families or newspapers!

My car pulls up to the doors and I step out and frown at the disgusting fungus growing up the side of the building. "I would never want to be here for real!" I think aloud. "I couldn't imagine what it is like to be a 6 year old, to walk through those doors!" I explain to my driver. I might as well get it over with. I grab my bags and head for the door! I stop as I lay a hand on the door handle. I start to think, an insane or mentally challenged wouldn't just walk through these doors and tell them there crazy!

So I talk it out with my driver and he agreed to act like my care taker and sign me in. It was a better idea then walking through the doors like I'm making myself at home! It was about 15, 20 minutes me just sitting there making weird grunts and screams. On top of that I have been sitting in my own feces. Let's just say it isn't very comfortable. They finally finish the paper work and grap my wrist and pull me down the hall, passing all these doors and screaming behind them. I wish I could tell them that I really am not insane but it's for the job. It's for the job.

When I finally saw my chart, it said I had Bipolar, hyperactivity, and anxiety disorder. I would like to talk to the person who wrote this chart. I think this is going to be harder then it looked. No tv, no phones, no Internet. Nothing, I only have one thing, walls and a door. Some people were lucky to get old,dirty, blood stained gurnees. And a bucket to do your business in!

If you think you get first class service and company, then you need to get your head checked. Because the only company you get is 200 pound guards and your self-conscious. I'm not even going to talk about the whole "first class" thing. I feel bad for the thousands of souls that have to spend there life behind locked doors. Lifeless, just sitting, staring.

Maybe I'll be able to get some rest. I don't know if I should just sleep on the floor. Or try the hardest, most uncomfortable feeling contraption they have made of old cotton and some sewn together pillow cases. I think the floor it is. Who knows what has been on, or maybe even in those, those things! For all I know someone could have died on that and all they did was stick a air freshener under the pillow case.