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!)
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.)
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?)
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.)
1 year ago
I love the idea of spending your twilight years believeing you're on a luxury vacation -- I wonder what neurons one would need to tweak just right to make that happen... and perhaps I could also imagine that Daniel Craig is my pool boy....
Isn't that the best? She's so cute. And I'm so lame...I had to google Daniel Craig...
Mmmmmm... but aren't you glad you did? Swoooon... :)
Yup! Easy on the eyes...easy on the eyes!
Uncle Randy would be so disappointed!!! You need to keep up with your James Bonds! :-)
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