The Junkie Receptionist Returns

I was just downstairs talking to one of my coworkers when our former junkie receptionist walked in. Which, to be honest, scared the shit out of me. Her job was eliminated last June after her boss retired and no one had heard from her since. She was not the most stable person on the planet, had a bit of a persecution complex, and she and I had had a falling out about a year before she left. Oh! And she owns a gun. Nice combo there.

I didn't stick around to listen to her bullshit but went back to my office. I talked to Val afterward and JR's reason for being there was ostensibly to show off how much weight she'd lost. Mmm hmmm. You know, I bet I could speed up my weight loss a bit if I started visiting the crack house down the street. And even though she's lost a lot of weight, she looks like she's aged 10 years. 10 hard and skanky years.

She did spend quite a lot of time behind closed doors with the one person in the office who still had some sympathy for her (who unfortunately is in the office across from mine). I suspect JR was hitting her up for some sort of help, monetary or otherwise. I know, due to the awesomeness of the Internet, that she didn't show up for her first trial for theft (she has another one in May) and that her bail bondsman is probably looking for her. 

Supposedly, she's coming back next week. Why, I have no idea. Well, we almost had a year of quiet normalcy here at the Press.