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I survived two days on the assisted living unit!  This was good for a couple of reasons:

1)  I pretty much only see those residents on my way coming and going to memory care.  I've been working at Happy Acres for two and a half months now, and I think I've done maaaaaybeee 3 full shifts in AL.  Two whole days gave me a chance to get to know them better, and learn how things work there.  Especially Day 2, where I was mostly left ALL BY MYSELF.  Ah, the curse of competence.  Thanks, y'all.    Enjoy those 2 hour smoke breaks while I deal with the explosive aftermath of a dinner of barbecue, collard greens, and chocolate pudding.  (I have since told Kent that he WILL run menus by me when I work the next day, or he will never get laid again.  NOT JOKING.  I'm a grown ass woman making good money and can order myself a Hitachi Magic wand if need be.  Or call Lance)

2)  Walking back into memory care yesterday morning was WONDERFUL.  You'd think I'd been gone for a year.  :)  I know I shouldn't play favorites, but I have the best residents.  <3  The look on Bev's face when she saw me made the early hours, long days, and bruises totally worth it.  She spent most of the day following me around, pointing at the door between AL and MC and shaking her head "no."

Yeah, I get collateral damage on my body on a fairly regular basis but...DAMN!  Crone energy (most of the residents in MC are women) + full moon = OW!  I should get combat pay.  They were still riding it yesterday and, of course, it was shower day for some of our more combative patients.  Bit, kicked, pinched, AND my shoes pissed on.  And this was someone who requested a shower then changed her mind halfway through.  I was trying to get her out and dried off, then she changed her mind again.

Of course, by the time she was dressed and having snack in the common room, she loved me again.

You know...come to think of it...it's kind of like dealing with my birth family.  No wonder I roll so well with this group.

Kent actually came in yesterday (he's usually off Mondays) because he had a professional knife sharpening guy come in and remedy the fact that apparently some of the past employees in the kitchen thought a knife is a handy substitute for a can opener (I am sure anyone who has worked in food service knows that there is one in every kitchen).  He also arranged that the staff could bring in knives and scissors to be sharpened for $3 a pop.

This guy's rig is COOL.  Not only does it have all the stuff to sharpen knives, there's a trailer with professional kitchen goodies (yes, when you have the combined number of years in food service that Kent and I have and are looking at stuff like that, they become goodies, not tools) and WORK SHOES.  Kent's tiny little Hobbit feet are difficult to fit, and he actually found a pair that fit and feel good.  That's well nigh impossible. I really hope this helps with his back pain.

I also like the fact that this guy is under a contract for 3 months.  Guess who is going to get all of her sewing/needlework/crafting scissors sharpened?

Proof that I married a good egg: he paid out of his own pocket for two of the PCAs who cut hair on the side to have their shears sharpened, and is putting up flyers for next Monday for any staff member who needs scissors sharpened.  And "Happy Acres is paying for it."

Which is a total lie.  He made an arrangement with the knife guy.  Kent's paying for it.  I'm keeping my mouth shut at work, so I have to tell y'all.  It's not much in the grand scheme of things, but...damn.  I married a prince.

A prince whose only Valentine's Day request was that I be wearing my KISS Destroyer tank top and boy shorts when he gets home.  *ahem*  I should probably go change.


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Feb. 14th, 2017 11:53 pm (UTC)
OH! I have sharp scissor envy! $3 a pop is one heck of deal but even better is sharpen-while-you-wait not to mention on site!

My Mom lived in the Assisted Care wing of her retirement village in her final years. Those who work in those circumstances deserve the crowns of royalty in my book.
Feb. 15th, 2017 03:32 am (UTC)
Today my dad was told they were going to raise my mom's 'rent' $1000 a month. $300 because she takes more than 8 pills per day. $300 because she is incontinent. $300 because she has to be fed every once in a while. We are floored.

If that money goes for raises to the people who care for my mom, I'm all in. They love her and treat her with such respect.

However, I am cynical and bitter. I fear I know where that money will go.

Enjoy your delicious Valentine's evening.
Feb. 15th, 2017 04:06 am (UTC)
Enjoy those 2 hour smoke breaks while I deal with the explosive aftermath of a dinner of barbecue, collard greens, and chocolate pudding.

Too funny!
Feb. 15th, 2017 04:30 am (UTC)
Your posts about Happy Acres is giving me flashbacks to when I (briefly!) worked in a nursing home. New bruises after every shift? Check. Being left alone with the residents almost right off the bat? Check. Going back and forth between being someone's best friend and worst enemy in the blink of an eye? CHECK. And I was just the receptionist.

It's such a cliche to say, but it really does take a special kind of person to work in that kind of setting caring for people the way you do. Kudos, and I hope you're practicing lots of self-care.
Feb. 15th, 2017 04:47 am (UTC)
Oh man, I wish there were a knife sharpening service near me! I'd love to get some of my scoring knives and kitchen tools sharpened. :)

It takes a special person to work in Memory Care. You have all my admiration. :)
Feb. 15th, 2017 03:40 pm (UTC)
Your final line in this is just golden.
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