Today’s Work Chronicles…
Sentimental morning as I reflected on football and how I was reluctant to work concessions because everything I know about concession stand operations is because of my Aunt Denise aka Ms. Z. Add to that, a new church coming to worship with the residents and the pianist playing “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”, resulting in me hearing my grandmother’s tenor voice.
Food Holidays are tough because two of the best cooks and bakers I know are gone and I thought I had enough time to learn from at least one of them. Time waits for no one and the scale reminds me that I should be thankful to not know their recipes.
On another note, I have been called Mica, Arisha…pretty much anything but Micha today. People keep asking me if I’m ready for the Holidays and apparently they can tell from my response that I don’t cook š¦
To agree with my mother’s comment from my Chronicle yesterday… compassion is lacking in the healthcare industry. However, compassion almost got me killed today when I tripped over a phone cord in a resident’s room. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a corded phone so I don’t think my brain signaled my legs to step over.
I feel like I’ve been here 32.5 hours and I still have an hour to go. I know…I know…such an oxymoron when I said earlier time waits for no one, but I’m going to lose it if I hear this squeaky sliding door open ONE MO TIME.
Love on each other this week and every week, unless they’re an introvert…then love on us in theory. š