Five days a week, Alyne attends day services at The Lakemary Center, which is a center for adults with special needs. They do all kinds of stuff that helps them attain self-sufficiency. They learn about diet and exercise. They socialize. They work.
You know how, in every workplace, there is a disgruntled employee? Not necessarily post-office disgruntled, but one that hangs out in the break room, complaining about the company’s Standard & Poor rating? They hate their boss, their coworkers are worthless, and their workload never eases (probably because they spend their work day in the break room, complaining.) Lakemary has one of those too. We’ll call him Fred.
I don’t know Fred’s diagnosis, but I do know that he is addicted to coffee, that lovely, hot, aromatic, nectar, ahhhhhhhhh….anyway, at Lakemary they dangle his coffee in front of him like a huge giant bribe. Much like any addict in the throes of his disease, this really pisses him off. Fred is the guy that skipped the baseball outing in order to go to Starbucks.
“Fred, you can have your coffee after you take your walk.”
“I’m busting out of this place.”
“Fred, you can have some coffee after you sort these envelopes.”
“You just wait until I leave here! Then you’ll be sorry!”
Lately Fred has been pretty vocal about quitting that Lakemary joint. “I’m going to go to JCDCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC” (which is actually JCDC-Johnson City Development Center, but the extra Cs are for emphasis) huffs Fred as he’s forced to work out for a full three minutes with his 2-pound dumbbells. I would like to interject here that it is a good thing that Fred does his workout before coffee because he’s pretty furious with his dumbbell activity. I would hate to have him have the jitters as he does his bicep curls. One of those dumbbells would escape his grasp and take out a window. Finally, when his reps are complete, he gets to go to the break room, to check Lakemary’s stock quotes. Then he pours himself a cup of coffee and starts to complain about his workload.

