Today’s Work Chronicles…
Y’all clearly didn’t “Pray for me to be what the Lord would have me to be in these last and evil days.” I walked in the building and said to myself, “Self” Self said, “Huh?” It feels like a full moon type day…
Resident asked for two peppermints (that my mother supplies) “because they are sweet and sugary (isn’t that the same thing though?).” He pops the first one before he tells me he’s a DIABETIC. He then gets choked but won’t take the candy out. I made him spit it in a cup and threw it away. He came in later to say he wished he had some Chinese food. See pic 1 for my response.
I’m currently typing this while saying, “WOW…oh yea? Uh huh…hm hm hm” to a resident who has been talking to me ALL DAY about the same stuff. I’ve heard way too much about drugs, a variety of ways to use ‘cuss’ words in a sentence, gambling, their plans after discharge and, after telling them I’m an honest person, they turn right around and ask me if I could offer “loopholes” to help them win their disability case? *They are watching me look at my screen while I type and smh pretending to pay attention, yet they are still here*
Next two pics are of a visitor who apparently thought the lobby was her livingroom in order for her to allow her dog to be on the couch.
My family must have sensed my angst and came to visit me. Pic 4
Last pic is of how I looked at a little girl for going into the hospitality room and packing her backpack full of snacks. When she saw me she said, “Come on momma let’s go.”
Resident is still cussing and talking and said, “You must have gotten rest this week cause you don’t look tired like you usually do. You usually have those little circles under your eyes. And that M in your forehead like your momma. She has that M and her lips be poked out. Is that Ms. ****** walking out?”
Me: Uh huh
Resident: She need to lay off them mf’n snacks cause she walking heavier and heavier, wobblier and wobblier.
Me to y’all: y’all really don’t care about me…
