Well, a lot of the time...
I work over at Towne Center, and I really enjoy it like 92 percent of the time, but working in a nursing home brings some really uncomfortable moments.
Don't get me wrong, I work in the kitchen. I serve food out of steam trays and give them to the residents. I pour drinks, make grilled cheese, wash dishes, and bus dinning rooms.
So nothing gross.
~The weirdest issue is old men hitting on me. It's like "no thanks, but you can have some more jello." (;
~ I have to take special classes because I work with long-term people until their time is up.. And it's hard not getting attached to them.
~And my co-workers are quite the group, I'm not sure I'm allowed to say anything about that though outside of work.... not exactly the best influences though. Forgot to mention, I'm the baby. Everyone else is at least five years older than me except for two girls a year older than me.
~Some residents are just plain creepy, some residents you can't understand, and some just sleep through dinner. One woman doesn't speak English.
But today, someone passed away.
Whenever this happens the whole dinning room eats in a quite hushed tone and you can feel the death all around. Because no one says a word, the dinner is over very early.
You don't really know how to react, what to say or how to feel.
Because you didn't know that person growing up, you knew them in their final hours. They've already lived their lives, dreams and goals achieved or abandoned.
We are so young. Cherish everyone in your life.
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