I loved working in psych! When our facility closed thanks to the state budget cuts in 2005, I bawled for 3 days. There was never a dull moment. Of course, you'll have your PITAs who try every trick under the sun to get what they want (from narcs to money to cigarettes and soda)... really have to stand your ground and stay on your toes. And you'll have patients that you will remember fondly for the rest of your life.
One of mine swore up and down that the only place to get hamburgers was in Heaven. So if "hamburger" was on the menu for the day, we had to spend our entire shift telling this man... "No, you are not dead. No, you are not in Heaven. And, no, I'm not an angel and the doctor is not God". LMAO
Another patient was a former "fire and brimstone" minister. If the facility minister could not perform Sunday morning, he took it upon himself to fill-in. Dressed up, Bible in hand, used a bath basin for an offering plate (they never had any money on their person LOL)... the whole deal. When he was finished preaching to the patients, he would come up to the nurses' station and say "All of you are whores and I am here to save your souls". LOL Amazingly, after his "fire and brimstone" sermons, the floor was quiet until dinner time.
I miss that place.