So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.

Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.

Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.