So in my time in Adult Corrections, I worked the mental health unit a lot at the reception center. That's where the worst of the mentally unstable inmates are. And you had to care, at least a little bit, to get through to these guys. And when they were not in their right state of mind, you had to be very intentional and very strategic on how you interacted with them while maintaining your professionalism. Because being unprofessional and being rude would just make it worse. I had the nickname, out of respect, they called me mom. And very rarely did I have any issues out of the guys, because I did care. I didn't want them to hurt themselves. I didn't want them to hurt anybody else. I'm not really competitive unless you count Monopoly with the kids. And then it's on like Donkey Kong.