grandiose delusion. If I am a billionaire, why the hell would I work in this hell-hole for so little money?
The patient heard the supervisor speak my name and began yelling for me to bring his coffee. "Fine," I told him. The supervisor objected and proceeded to lecture the patient.
"Coffee is bad for you, don't you know that? You should not drink coffee."
This only set off the patient more. He yelled back, "Coffee is bad for me? How about the other poisons you give me every day? Depakote has made my hair fall out. Haldol has made me shake so bad that I have to divide drinks into two half-full cups so I don't spill everywhere. And you have the nerve to tell me that coffee is bad for me?"
The supervisor walked away, shaking her head, while the patient was still ranting. She loves to stir conflict, but won't engage patients for long. She spent the rest of the day trying to corner me into answering her questions: Did I get him coffee after she left and did I report my business relation to human resources.
Yes, I did get him coffee. Try quitting coffee cold turkey. It's mean.