Most of you know I work at an outpatient Mental Health facility in the H.R. department. Wingnut has come here in the past and I used to have it set up with the office manager to let me know when she is scheduled to come in, because she would have to walk right past my office, and I do not want to run into her. I have not seen her in over a year, and have no desire too. The H.R. Director (George) who is my boss keeps all clent files in his office that have any connection to a staff member, so that is where her file is kept. Silly as it is that hers is in there, because I have more access to his office then to the record room , but anywho. One of the clinicians came to return a file to him for his office and when I asked if she wanted me to take it, she said no I have to give this one to George. I knew right away who's file it was and that she must be coming here again. I asked George who confirmed it for me. He laughed as soon as I walked in his office because he said he knew I would figure it out within seconds. So I have the set up with the office manager that she is to inform me of appointments so I can close my door and hide while she's in the building. Already found out she was here for substance abuse, so I guess little miss wingnut must have relapsed. I knew it wouldn't take long after she found out difficult child wasn't the father of the baby. The only thing I hate is for people that I know and work with to hear any of her drama and bull because I don't want them to relate her to me and my family in any way. Usually people figure out pretty quick that she's a wingnut though, so I probably don't have anything to worry about. I'm sure she also tells them horror stories about my difficult child and obviously who I am, or they wouldn't know to not hand me the chart. On an even better note, difficult child has been talking to a girl who works at Friendlys near his house and finally got up the nerve to ask her if she has a boyfriend, she doesn't, and he is going to go out with her this weekend. I'm not going to get to excited, but it's a start.