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I overdid it this weekend, as one does when one is working in a seriously understaffed situation.  So the Kindegarten Krud has redoubled and...bleh.

I did a small grocery run at "why am I up?" thirty, because I *need* spicy beef veggie soup if I am going to survive the day.  Even I am not usually at HT that early, so it was basically me, about half a dozen other shoppers, staff restocking, and the people who do the personal shopping gig (a job I would LOVE, btw).

That's my go-to grocery store, and I can never remember hearing music (maybe because I generally go when there are three million people?).  This morning, they were playing the Beatles.  I was quietly singing along to "Here Comes the Sun" while I made my way through produce, and the dude restocking the pre-bagged salads was doing the same.  We glanced at each other and grinned and had a little boogie moment.

EVERYONE in the store was smiling, maybe singing along, doing a little wiggle behind their cart.  It was cool.  Even as miserable as I feel right now, it made me smile.  <3

And the soup smells gooooood....

The weekend was hell.  I do NOT understand the logic that allows them to pull someone off memory care to work in the kitchen, especially when you can run weekend food service with two people.  So, yes, I was more or less by myself.  For two days.  You know it is bad when a resident says she wishes she could help you.  :(

On the up side, we got some good news.  K is gonna be a grandma!  Her daughter came with a cake and did a whole gender reveal party for the unit.  The residents were so excited.  "We're having a boy!"

Think about it:  gender reveal parties were not a thing for these folks.  While I'm not a fan for various and complicated reasons, it was really neat to see the way they reacted and hear the spate of name suggestions that followed  (Good Time Charlie suggested Radar, Klinger, Hawkeye, or John Jacob Jingerheilmerschmidt.  That man...).  I asked about colors for the nursery, and I am breaking out my baby blues again.  <3

She got teary and said "You know, mom used to crochet.  Maybe you could bring it in and let her try a few stitches?  Even if you have to rip them out?"

I did not break down.  I did not cry.  But that baby is gonna have a blanket made by both of us if I have to help guide her hand through every stitch.

I am never leaving this job, am I?

At least I'm off tomorrow, too.  Maybe I'll be able to breathe by Wednesday.


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Sep. 19th, 2017 01:58 am (UTC)
I love reading your work stories. It's so obvious how much you care about the people you interact with. You make their lives better by being in them. <3
Sep. 19th, 2017 02:44 am (UTC)
This is probably going to sound overly sappy, but I'm really feeling pushed to tell you that every single time I read one of your posts I go away thinking about how amazingly lucky those residents are to have you in their lives. Not only are you making a difference in their lives (and OMG, I really really hope you never doubt that!), you're making a difference in our lives, too.

You are what's right with the world right now. ♥
Sep. 19th, 2017 03:41 am (UTC)
But that baby is gonna have a blanket made by both of us if I have to help guide her hand through every stitch.

I'll help! Tell me what to do...
Sep. 19th, 2017 09:23 am (UTC)
I agree with the poster who said you really care about the people you see every day!! I am sure your blanket is going to be gorgeous!!
Sep. 19th, 2017 05:22 pm (UTC)
**I did not break down. I did not cry. But that baby is gonna have a blanket made by both of us if I have to help guide her hand through every stitch.**

Sep. 19th, 2017 06:33 pm (UTC)
Ahhhh, the Beatles—still bringing people together after all these years.
Sep. 20th, 2017 05:47 pm (UTC)
You are so good at your job. Those that live there are very lucky to have you.
Sep. 25th, 2017 12:24 am (UTC)
Aw, the whole baby thing is so sweet.
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