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Yesterday was...a Monday

With extra, putrid Monday berries.

It was already sweaty and humid at a quarter till six.  I should not soak through my top on my way to the damn bus stop (the hot flashes didn't help.  Yup, I started my Monday sweating and throwing up.  And that was not the worst part of the day).

Got to work and found out we'd lost a resident.  Miz. A had been better last week, actually coming out of her room, running up and down the halls, terrorizing me (she looked like she could have been drawn by Brian Froud.  I mean, seriously, the woman was the epitome of a bug-eyed, evil sprite.  She LOOOOVED sneaking up on me, putting one of those cold, bony hands on my shoulder, and screech-cackling "I need a snack!"  And laughing when I'd give an "eeep!" and jump about a foot while she ran off).  Of course, there does seem to be a pattern of residents rallying in those final days.

There was speculation (and Joy on 3rd shift does love a good speculation) that she actually passed on 2nd shift and they just waited for shift change and snuck off.  It's deplorable, but that wouldn't surprise me.

Not entirely sure WHAT the fuck happened with scheduling, but I was the only aide on staff...all...fucking...day.  I had brief moments where Nikki or Angel came in to help, but I essentially ran the show.  And our med tech was less than worthless.  Yeah, I get that you're pregnant and have no business trying to assist transferring a 300+ pound resident, but you could make a could of gorram beds instead of sitting on your ass and doing your homework for your online CNA class.

Oh, and it is CNA appreciation week.  Lauren, one of the hospice nurses, mentioned that there were Bojangles biscuits in the activity room for all of us.  Of course, I was too busy with the aforementioned transfer, so there was basically NOTHING left I could eat (don't do eggs; don't do cheese.  And, of course, all of the chicken was gone).  I find it bitterly ironic that the ofice staff had *bags* of biscuits on their desks while they sat on their asses...and I was  left out because I was doing my fucking job

Even more maddening...I found out there were TWO people working the assisted living side.  And by working, I mean outside smoking cigarettes while call bells went off.  I can fucking guarantee, had I been working AL yesterday, they'd have snatched me off that floor so fast and sent be back to Memory Care, all you would have seen is dust.

I work AL tomorrow and Thursday.  Curious to see how that shakes out.

Oh, and DHS came to visit.  So I got stared at and scrutinized while I was trying to serve lunch and feed residents.  And it was spaghetti and salad which a)  makes a huge fucking mess and b) has people hollering that they want dressing for their salad right now or they are gonna die.  Oh, and gods forbid, they were out of ranch in the kitchen.  It was a tragedy.

And when the day FINALLY ended and I had one relief person showed up, the second shift med tech said I had to wait for two...and gave me attitude when I said I didn't see why.  "It's your job to wait until your replacements are here!  That's how we do it!"

I had to GO TO THE FRONT and get my damned replacements, because they were hanging out at the nurses station in front.  But I get called out for my bad attitude.  But it's okay for them to dick around for 20 minutes on the clock.

So I get home, have a minor meltdown (okay, it was more of the nuclear variety) on Kent because I had spent most of my bus ride fantasizing about the last bit of vodka in the freezer and a grapefruit soda.  Both of which were gone (he was off yesterday)..  He got pissy with me for being "mean" and "I've got a lot going on, too"  (which, with his mother, he does.  I get that.  But that's still no excuse for being selfish.  Or belligerent.  I use the last of something on my day off, I fucking replace it.  Period).

Get on the computer, and there's a PM from one of The Bristol Royalty (that's what we used to call our ragtag band of misfits in high school).  Glenn is in the hospital.  Some kind of infection, and possible alcohol poisoning, and he's down to 85 pounds.  Dude is 6'1".  How is that even possible?  Needless to say, the prognosis isn't good.

We haven't spoken for a year now?  Maybe two?  Things got weird with him, and as much as it hurt, it was healthier for me to cut him out of my life.  And now this.

It's a damn good thing I'm off today.  And no one was daft enough to try to call me in.


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Jun. 20th, 2017 01:00 pm (UTC)
*mega squishy hugs* It's such an insult that you have to do far more than your share around there. I've been in similar situations during times in my working life. For what it's worth, I had an EQUALLY TERRIBLE Monday yesterday, which you can read about on my entry that I had posted this morning.

Had I known what you'd have to deal with, I would have had the coffee and brandy tanker deployed to your residence.
Jun. 20th, 2017 03:36 pm (UTC)
FUK them ALL
May they get BOILS in the right place!!!

Now - after a little bit of"evil spell" by me
i hope you feel a bit better
and have a healing drink at hand
Jun. 20th, 2017 01:00 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry they don't appreciate you at all. Are you sure you wouldn't be happier in another job?
Jun. 20th, 2017 03:13 pm (UTC)
will the inspectors note you were the only one there and do anything about that?
Jun. 20th, 2017 05:47 pm (UTC)
Yikes, it does sound like you had the mother of all days. At least you didn't kill anyone and that's a good thing. And for the record, I do think it was crappy that the vodka wasn't replaced.
Jun. 20th, 2017 06:41 pm (UTC)
*hugs*. what a massive disappointment after having a nasty day like that, to come home needing a drink and finding none.
Jun. 20th, 2017 07:50 pm (UTC)
Dude, I'm sorry Monday was such a beast to you. I hope today is treating you better, and good vibes going out to your friend in the hospital.
Jun. 21st, 2017 01:57 am (UTC)
It is a lot. You will get it sorted.

Memory care is not easy.

Classmates in the hospital down to 85 pounds is hard.

Just remember to breath.
Jun. 21st, 2017 04:27 pm (UTC)
That sounds just so frustrating. I'm sorry!
Jun. 22nd, 2017 12:26 am (UTC)

That sounds like quite the Monday! I'm sorry you had a bad day. I hope the rest of the week will be better for you.

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