I’m stuck in the middle of the work week that never seems to end. I cant believe it’s only Friday, I don’t know how many times today I have thought it was Sunday. The sad thing is I have only worked three shifts this week, I think the thing that seems to be making it worse is there are still four more shifts to go before I get a couple days off.
The one saving grace is that work is going smoothly lately, I’d like to say it’s work but I think it has a lot to do with my mood. There for a couple months I had been in some kind of funk where work just wasn’t doing it for me. I think it was around the time John died, the house was sad and empty feeling.
It’s hard not find favorites in most things we do, and that is no exception at work. Over the years with the various people who have crossed my path it has changed. It’s funny looking at the people who are there now. Two people who are there used to be my favorites, one because she was a sweet old woman (she turns 99 next week) but due to dementia she has slowly fallen to the “Do I really have to deal with this woman” list. The other has slowly just begun to annoy me with “My lips are peppery”, “Pray for me”, “I’m fainting away”, “Bring hot drink, my tongue is numb” The things that seems to bother me the most is her strolling down the hall with her hand on her ass or sweeping up/finding dirty toilet paper on her bedroom floor. Another one who bothers me if out only male resident right now; although as long as I am in a good mood I can deal with his mouth. Being called “a miserable bitch”, “a hateful slut”, “you stupid Ethiopian cunt”, “I cant wait to get down over the hill tomorrow to get away from you ‘ are you going to help me”, “I’m gonna get so and so in here and they’ll put you in your place” I know it all goes with the job but some days I just want to take up drinking.
Though, you and I know that usually with bad comes some good. This happens at my place of work, too. Like the new lady, she can be crabby and sulky but when you walk into her room at the start of the shift and she says “Oh, it’s you! I am so glad to see you. You are one of my favorites” How can you not enjoy your job on days like that? I think the only thing better than hearing that is when they remember your name. I think she rates as my favorite. There are two others that comes a close second. One is a holy terror when the shit hits, so to speak but very loving, cute and hard to resist when she’s clean. The other has slowly become the only one with anything going on downstairs and is sweet to talk to, just don’t expect to get her into the tub.
If I could have the answer to one question the question would be “Why is it when we get old and lose our minds do we have such a fear of bathing” Maybe I am just odd and think there nothing better than feeling clean *shrug*