Working here at Laughing Pines is grinding on my soul. The lady I am sitting with tonight wavers between crying to herself and yelling at me that I am infringing on her rights. "We are still in America aren't we?" I left her alone and she stuck her finger down her throat so she could vomit and "feel better". I guess you know who gets to clean that up don't you! Now neither one of us feels very good!