in conclusion: bawwwaawwwww.
GOOD: The checks came.
BAD: the entirety of the rest of the day.
Well, okay, except for the part where I got delicious jam and fudge and an awesomely tacky and cute gingerbread person mug from myBoss.
Still, we had two falls (one of which involved someone hitting their face against their walker when they fell forward to the floor, and according to the harassed medaide, this also involved a deeply interested audience of about seven residents, at least one of whom was like I'M A NURSE I'M A NURSE at them), two residents hallucinating and/or having fun times involving I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE AND I'M GOING TO GET MAD ABOUT IT NOW and basically, basically it was two days before Christmas at a nursing home. If you have never experienced Christmas at a nursing home, you have no idea of what hell is. I think possibly the only more depressing holiday is Mother's Day, because then everybody is like BAWWWWWW HER KIDS BROUGHT HER FIFTY PINK ROSES AND A DIAMOND PIN THAT SAYS 'WORLD'S BEST MUM' AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY CARNATION AND A CARD OFF THE DOLLAR RACK.
Also Second Aunt unexpectedly came for the holiday and while I am of course glad to see her and her homemade English toffee I really could have lived without that too. Also also this is the first Christmas Amy and I have not spent together and it is really fucking weird okay.
In summary: I am a whiner and also my my name is actually Grinch. I would like someone to pet me, please.
BAD: the entirety of the rest of the day.
Well, okay, except for the part where I got delicious jam and fudge and an awesomely tacky and cute gingerbread person mug from myBoss.
Still, we had two falls (one of which involved someone hitting their face against their walker when they fell forward to the floor, and according to the harassed medaide, this also involved a deeply interested audience of about seven residents, at least one of whom was like I'M A NURSE I'M A NURSE at them), two residents hallucinating and/or having fun times involving I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE AND I'M GOING TO GET MAD ABOUT IT NOW and basically, basically it was two days before Christmas at a nursing home. If you have never experienced Christmas at a nursing home, you have no idea of what hell is. I think possibly the only more depressing holiday is Mother's Day, because then everybody is like BAWWWWWW HER KIDS BROUGHT HER FIFTY PINK ROSES AND A DIAMOND PIN THAT SAYS 'WORLD'S BEST MUM' AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY CARNATION AND A CARD OFF THE DOLLAR RACK.
Also Second Aunt unexpectedly came for the holiday and while I am of course glad to see her and her homemade English toffee I really could have lived without that too. Also also this is the first Christmas Amy and I have not spent together and it is really fucking weird okay.
In summary: I am a whiner and also my my name is actually Grinch. I would like someone to pet me, please.