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"Welcome to Happy Acres, home of the surprise Sunday afternoon pop-up biker bar."

COULD THIS JOB GET ANY WEIRDER!?!?!?!?

Kathy (the head line cook)'s son's motorcycle club brought the residents cupcakes and presents for Valentine's Day.  Which was very sweet.  It would have been sweeter had she told us this more than half an hour in advance.  And didn't plan it right before shift change.  And picked a day other than Sunday, when the place is *crawling* with conservative family members and clergy types.

I'd also say even better on a day when we weren't grossly understaffed and I was the only one who was working assisted living (which I really don't know that well, because even when I AM assigned to AL, I get pulled to the back.  I think I've worked three full AL shifts in 2 and a half months), but...yeah.  Fully staffed?  That only happens on paydays.

Contrast this to yesterday, when the youth group at St. Thomas More's brought everyone carnations and cards (even the staff!).

Both very sweet, but...jeez.  Talk about irony.

It's been a weird few days, even by full moon standards.

I ran into Lance Friday.  The last time I saw him, he was still in a wheelchair (for the new people: he's...Lance.  We worked together at my first job here in Chapel Hill and the rest of it...is complicated.  He was in a really bad accident last year--he fell off a roof while working construction--and it fucked his shit up.  There were worries about his ability to walk unassisted ever again).  So I'm cozy in my seat on an SRO bus home, spot a familiar face and hear "Could one of y'all give up your seat, please?"

It was Lance...and he's graduated to crutches.  I jumped up and yelled his name (thank the gods I was in the front).

The guy sitting next to me actually gave up his seat so we could sit together.  <3    (He was also probably thinking "These people look *way* too happy to see each other.  Maybe I'll just stand over here and stare at my iPhone in case any old people PDAs take place")

The bus ride was way too short, but we caught up a bit.  He promised to not disappear off the face of the earth again for months, and I promised to not give him so much space he potentially drowns in it.  We're going to get together week after this coming one, because we both agree that it's a bit tacky to meet up with your paramour during her wedding anniversary/Valentine's week

I need to finish up writing about the weekend, but a certain spousebeast made homemade pizza for supper and....I've had a carton of yogurt, half a chicken biscuit (supervisors who reward people who show up with food from Hardees FTW!  Even if they forget them in their car until well into the day because exploding toilet in memory care), and 3 pieces of a Whitman's sampler today,  Food is necessary.

I just have to make it through tomorrow, and I have 4 days off.  In theory.

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communitybee
Feb. 13th, 2017 10:24 am (UTC)
Hang in there!!!

The instant biker bar sounds cool!!!
mac_arthur_park
Feb. 14th, 2017 06:09 pm (UTC)
It was *so much* fun! We have a couple residents who were bikers back in the day, so the really loved talking shop with the guys.
uselesstinrelic
Feb. 14th, 2017 05:32 pm (UTC)

It's nice you were able to meet up with your friend again and see that he's doing so well. I hope you get that time off!

mac_arthur_park
Feb. 14th, 2017 06:28 pm (UTC)
I am so happy for him. The accident took a real toll on his sense of self (he's always done food service and contracting, so he's a very physically oriented guy). He was very depressed and saw himself as less than a man while in that chair, which is why he dropped off the radar (I could shake him for that. But we all react to injury differently. I wasn't myself for the better part of a year after I was hit by that truck).

I'm so glad to have my cheerfully perverted, anarcho-socialist, beer-swilling FWB back!

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