Back to the shit factory

My undistinguished career in mental health is coming to a close. I’ve realized that the field is a mess and there’s no hope for anyone.

So I’m going back to the one thing I do best: taking shits. Sometimes you have to spend time away from something to realize how much you miss it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.

Except I’m not working at the shit factory this time. I think it’s the Piss Factory.