Tired, down ramblings
Today is a sludge kind of day. Not particularly bad or good, just... there. And long. And tiring.
Dear Recreation Center Patron,
Yes, if you leave your bag unattended on the gym floor it will be confiscated. Yes, you must pay $5 for confiscated items. No, the fee can't be waived. There are signs posted all over. We've had issues with theft, so we insist on locker use for your own protection. Yes, you can get your stuff back without paying a fee, we'll just revoke your access to the facility until you pay. No, making up a story about how someone contacted the Dean and it's now "against the Constitution" for us to charge the fee will not get you out of paying the fee. Nor will calling me an asshole, or raving about what bullshit this is. In fact, swearing at me makes me less inclined to help you. Seriously, it's just $5. Next time, read the signs or pay the fee.
No love,
Owen
In other news: my grandmother. My Grandma Lee is an awesome person. However, she lives alone at her advanced age of 89. She's afraid to go into a nursing home (she watched my grandfather die in one of Alzheimer's). She hires my mother's partner to spend three days a week with her and help her out, and my father does her grocery shopping.
Lately, she's been more and more uncomfortable by herself at night. Even though she has one of those necklaces that she can call the police with, she's very afraid of falling and hurting herself while alone. She hired a woman to be there a few nights a week, and my mother and her partner have been rotating the other nights. It's been hard on them because she's up and down so often at night, you don't get any sleep.
I'm not particularly pleased with my father right now, who is treating Grandma Lee (his own mother) like an inconvenience. He won't spend a single night with her because he "does enough driving her to church and fetching her groceries". He keeps insisting that if she needs that kind of help, she should go into a home. Stubborn assholes that everyone in my family can be, he refuses to change his mind.
I've volunteered myself for Friday nights. It'll be helpful during November -- one night a week where I won't be sleeping anyway and there's no internet to distract me. It's like a word count dream. It isn't the ideal way to spend a Friday night, but the thought of her dying makes me so sick to my stomach. If me staying with her keeps her happy and healthy, I'll do it, especially since it means I get to hang out with her.
Dear Recreation Center Patron,
Yes, if you leave your bag unattended on the gym floor it will be confiscated. Yes, you must pay $5 for confiscated items. No, the fee can't be waived. There are signs posted all over. We've had issues with theft, so we insist on locker use for your own protection. Yes, you can get your stuff back without paying a fee, we'll just revoke your access to the facility until you pay. No, making up a story about how someone contacted the Dean and it's now "against the Constitution" for us to charge the fee will not get you out of paying the fee. Nor will calling me an asshole, or raving about what bullshit this is. In fact, swearing at me makes me less inclined to help you. Seriously, it's just $5. Next time, read the signs or pay the fee.
No love,
Owen
In other news: my grandmother. My Grandma Lee is an awesome person. However, she lives alone at her advanced age of 89. She's afraid to go into a nursing home (she watched my grandfather die in one of Alzheimer's). She hires my mother's partner to spend three days a week with her and help her out, and my father does her grocery shopping.
Lately, she's been more and more uncomfortable by herself at night. Even though she has one of those necklaces that she can call the police with, she's very afraid of falling and hurting herself while alone. She hired a woman to be there a few nights a week, and my mother and her partner have been rotating the other nights. It's been hard on them because she's up and down so often at night, you don't get any sleep.
I'm not particularly pleased with my father right now, who is treating Grandma Lee (his own mother) like an inconvenience. He won't spend a single night with her because he "does enough driving her to church and fetching her groceries". He keeps insisting that if she needs that kind of help, she should go into a home. Stubborn assholes that everyone in my family can be, he refuses to change his mind.
I've volunteered myself for Friday nights. It'll be helpful during November -- one night a week where I won't be sleeping anyway and there's no internet to distract me. It's like a word count dream. It isn't the ideal way to spend a Friday night, but the thought of her dying makes me so sick to my stomach. If me staying with her keeps her happy and healthy, I'll do it, especially since it means I get to hang out with her.