Friday, June 23, 2006

This is choochoo, reporting from inside the waterfall

When I started working nights at the retirement home, one of the first things I was told, was that we were there to ”provide a service for the patients”. Well, I wish someone would inform the patients of that. Quite a few of them seem completely convinced that it’s some sort of hostage situation. FYI – my job would be so much easier if people would just bloody stop escaping already. I’m not saying that it’s not terribly amusing searching all over town for more or less nekked old people (although it really isn’t), or that I’m not relatively well paid for doing so (everything’s relative, right?), it just seems a bit unnecessary.
And damn, they’re hard to find, as well. Who knew that someone approaching a hundred years old, clinging on to their walkers for dear life, could move that fast? It almost fills you with awe.

But now I’m on vacation, thank god. And wouldn’t you know it – as soon as I got off work on the very last day before my vacation, it started to rain. And by that, I mean that these massive, grey monsterclouds have completely taken over the sky and is bombarding everything with those fat monster raindrops that usually follow monsterclouds. It’s been raining ever since. The gutters gave out ages ago, and water is now pouring down the walls and windows. It’s like sitting inside a waterfall. Kinda pretty, but I haven’t decided on wether or not I like it yet. I think that maybe I don’t. I’ll have to think about it some more, and get back to you later.


Hageltoast said...

i would go with liking it, since you are stuck with it anyway. :)

Carolyn said...

Fun writing! I laughed out loud!
:c )