Time on my hands.

I'm in a pharmaceutical study for the next four days, so I should hopefully be online quite a bit.  Pharmaceutical studies are always sort of an interesting exercise in people-watching, for me, and this one is no exception.  I have already had an effusive middle-aged lady repeatedly tell me she loved me after I carried her overnight bag up a flight of stairs, and then suddenly tell me, in a concerned sort of voice, that she was married.  I assured her that I was as well, and she said my wife must be a wonderful woman.  Which she is!  But it was still a little peculiar. 

Since then, I have seen a lady who brought a full case of make-up for her four-day stay in a hospital bed; and overheard a phone conversation where a woman discussed ways to snoop on friends despite facebook privacy settings, and scheme to get a bad temp job so that when she went to court and got her license suspended (for some offense she considered stupid and her fault) she could receive a work permit for driving.  At the moment, she does not even have a car, and is going to use the money from this study to purchase an old one.

I always appreciate rascals who game the system, even as I dislike and disapprove of them.

I also had to have portions of my chest hair shaved off in the middle of a public room so that I could get fitted for ECG leads, an experience which made everyone but me uncomfortable, it seemed, whereas my primary reaction was amusement.