Rocks up at 7:30 on a Sunday morning. My first thought was-crackhead. Yup I was right, Upon viewing his duck-step through the lobby on the CCTV, I was yup, this will be fun. I keep him focused and on point. But it was the conversation after that was enlightening. He was unemployed, nothing wrong with that, except he had apparently had an existential experience after working 10 years as a bank manager and wondered was this all? Quit his job without having another, with a mortgage and is basically sinking fast. Then he starts telling me about his psychotic crack addicted friend who was AWOL and dissociated from his family. I quietly mentioned, if he has considered going into rehab? He tells me he isn't an addict. I was like dude, it is 7:30 on a Sunday and you are still on a high from the weekend, not working, and no prospects. Nope, you aren't an addict at all! I love weekends.