Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Currently working my way through a package of turkey bacon 4 slices at a time, alternating it with peppermint taffys from the post Christmas Cantata party at work.

PMS, thy name is Alicia.  ;)

A lot of the residents' families showed up for the Cantata (not of few in lieu of coming actually ON CHRISTMAS.  I'm sorry, but if you are using church festivities as an excuse to leave the woman who gave you life stuck by herself, you are not a Christian in my book.  You're not even human.  But that's another rant for another time.  Probably right after I work that double on Christmas Day), so I am currently flush with $5 Starbucks and Caribou Coffee gift cards.  And H, the activities and potential sibling to Buddy the Elf, gave Kent and me a card with a $25 card for Subway as a thank you for helping "make my job easier."  Well, Kent *does* handle a lot of the food, and I am usually the one who ends up wrangling the memory care folks to and from events.  I thought it was very sweet of her, though.

I'm so glad I'm working Christmas, because it gives me an excuse to avoid calling mother.  She called me yesterday to tell me that my grandparents' house, the place I called home, my refuge after my divorced, has officially been demolished, along with whatever else was left in it.

She calls to tell me this on the anniversary of Grandpa's death.  What a bitch.

'Sokay.  I have a sneaking feeling, after the holidays, I'm going to have a day where I can process all this.  The chardonnay will flow freely, and I will call her...and bitch about the residents' families who never visit them, who neglect them, who deserve their own wing in the special hell, and I hope their own children don't care for them when they are old and infirm.

Pointed?  Perhaps.  But, ya know, if the shoe fits...

Okay.  Enough with the negative.  I have a whole 12 hours before I have to go back to work.  I have a spiffy new toy, and can at least *try* to catch up on LJ.  And Kent and I are going to play Munchkin as soon as he gets done getting his ass handed to him at Hearthstone.

And did I mention turkey bacon?

Happy....what day is it again?  Friday.  It's Friday, right?


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 23rd, 2016 11:25 pm (UTC)

That's my biggest fear...being left alone in a nursing home.

Dec. 24th, 2016 12:41 am (UTC)
It's sad when people ditch their parents in a nursing home. I mean...it's a big fat "fuck you" to all the things that their parents did for them (unless, of course, their parents didn't treat them well...then I can understand, but still...it sucks).

Darling has decided to help care for my MIL when she gets to that point by putting her up in our guest house (I'm planning to do the same with my parents because, yeah, I don't trust they will be taken care of well when they reach their elder years in the states unlike Sweden). He has worked in a nursing home too, and he doesn't want to put his mom through that (his dad died a few years ago).
Dec. 24th, 2016 01:10 am (UTC)
I think the way you are spending Christmas is just the best. You have such a good heart and what yuo do really matters. Happy Christmas to you and Kent!
Dec. 24th, 2016 02:27 am (UTC)

*hugs* I bet that family drama is getting old by now. Enough is enough. Let's hope that you experience at least some level of peace very soon. I shall remember you in my next candlelight prayer rite, as you and so many others on my friend list have experienced much heartache this year.

Dec. 24th, 2016 02:42 am (UTC)
You write the best journal.

Yeah,it's not much fun getting left on one's own, is it? I don't even have to wait till I get decrepit for that! Rest of family live other side of country; me not included. Don't really get on with them that well, so not surprised!

I think you're a really good person.
Dec. 24th, 2016 02:48 am (UTC)

If ever have to be in a nursing home over Xmas I hope I'm so fucked up I can't tell the diff.

Dec. 24th, 2016 09:45 am (UTC)
I have no children to look after me if i go to a nursing home. Anyway screw the negative and enjoy your festive season.
Dec. 24th, 2016 10:52 am (UTC)
The nursing home stories are so sad usually. -Your post made me wish to get a visit randomly to some, here they kind of invite people to do so at muslim festivities, I don't know what and how it happens at the ones with christians..

But then I also remembered how they did react when we did try to get in touch with someone we've long lost contact, the daughter of a childhood friend of my grand-mother. We called, they said she indeed is there, but, that we can't talk to her, and as I insisted they said they would let her family know... so they decide if we can or not... Perfect isolation ..
Dec. 24th, 2016 11:13 am (UTC)
I am so sorry your mom chose such an I opportune time to tell you about your Grandparent's home....
Dec. 25th, 2016 02:31 am (UTC)
Keep something in mind -- some of the people you're dissing for leaving their parents alone on Christmas may be doing so for reasons very similar to why you referred to your own mother as a bitch in this very post. You don't know the family stories, and you don't know how these people treated their children when they were younger.
Dec. 27th, 2016 09:52 am (UTC)
That is a very valid point. However, fake piety gives me hives. I'd have much more respect for "I hope you rot in hell, bitch" than "Well, mama, you know we're doing the Lord's work" (and then driving off in a fucking Maserati--yes, really. First one I've seen in real life--that they purchased with the money they saved by shoving her in this dump).
Jan. 4th, 2017 06:57 pm (UTC)
Fake piety is obnoxious but coming out and saying "I hope you rot in hell, bitch" tends to lead to a lot of drama that nobody except maybe the old woman who is pretending to be a sweet little old lady whose family has abandoned her would enjoy. Sometimes being fake in whatever way works for you is the way to escape without drama.
( 12 comments — Leave a comment )