Hump Day Nuggets

Gladys just told me she thought it would be really depressing to work in a retirement home. "Why do you think that," I asked, "because I think it would fun."

"Are you kidding? All those old sick people would get to me," she replied. (She really touches my heart...I hope if I ever have Alzheimer's that I think I'm on vacation at the Hilton like she does!)

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As I came around the corner, I heard Lucy ask WorkerBee "Who's that man? Who let that man in here?" I laughed and said "Lucy, it's Carrie. I work here."

"No men work here!" she replied. (My new haircut is a mite short, I guess.)

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Lucy was also seen nekked as a blue jay in the hallway outside her apartment, cupping her breasts in her hands. (I assume to keep them from dragging on the floor?)

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A resident filed a missing towel report this morning because it didn't come back with her laundry. The towel was just found...cut up into pieces and being used as rags. (I've said it before and I'll say it again...I wish there was a test I could give potential employees that measured COMMON SENSE. Seriously.)

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No Egos. Ever.

Last Friday it was time to suck it up and do the 20-mile training run I had been putting off since my IT band has been so crazy. It was a beautiful morning and the run was going pretty well. About 14 miles into it, Partner and I stopped by Rock Ridge for a pit stop. We were running right by anyway, and it was a convenient water stop(and as it turns out, a quick restroom break!)

I was wearing normal running attire...my fave Brooks shorts, a tank, and a hat. No one in the lobby recognized me. Which was fine, because obviously we needed to get in and out quick.

This morning a Resident stopped me and said she didn't realize that was me here on Friday morning. I laughed and said, "Well, you usually see me dressed up." To which she replied: "No, it was that you looked like a boy."

Thanks...I think?

“I can live for two months on a good compliment.”
—Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens] (1835-1910), essayist, humorist, novelist

I gave a resident a hug the other day and while she was squeezing me she said "you're so skinny these days I can almost get my arms around you twice."* I laughed and thanked her for the compliment. To which she replied, "Well, you needed to do something. You were really getting kind of hefty."

There's no way you could possibly get the Big Head while working here.

*I've lost thirty pounds in the last year. While I don't think I'm actually all that skinny, I do feel a hell of a lot better. Thank you Weight Watchers!