Where are you, Tradebabe?

Where are you, you ask? Why have you not posted your delighful satire on the current state of your employment at the asylum? Sorry dear readers, I spent the latter part of 2005 wishing that a) i was no longer employed at aforementioned asylum b) I would be hit by a bus.

As it happens, none of these wished for occurences took place so I am back back back to post erraticly about the place that I have now realize I may never escape. As luck would haveit, the inmates have been especially busy and I am full of stories to relate on the dysfuctional disaster that I take myself to everyday. Furthermore, I have been relagated to a position of marginal authority and have spent many a day trying not to pitch myself out a window in frustration. I am sure that you shall be delighted as I proceed.