Helping the helpless Watching them Teaching them Getting up every morning knowing that I love my job. Cheerful Feeling lucky Amazing Self fulling Smiles Math Money doesn't matter
I stand up and walk over to the table next to me, it is filthy. I grab wet rag and bottle of window cleaner and begin to spray the table down and wipe it clean. I finish wiping the table off and carry the rag and cleaner back to the spot in which it came from. I walk back out to the dining are and go up to a different table. This one doesn't need cleaned, however, there are two people sitting at it. I ask "How is everything?" "Good" they replied. I walk over to the cash register and grab my notepad to write them a check. I walk it over to them and they give me the money they owe. They leave and I clean there table along with the rest of them. It's closing time. I walk out to my crappy old car. It is a red dodge avenger. There are several dents in the door that I cannot afford to get repaired because of my small and unreasonable salary. I drive home and get some rest, for I have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Today was eventful... as always. There is never a dull moment in the life of a dining room hostess in the Bradford Ecumenical Home aka the Bradford nursing home.
This morning while I was setting up one of the tables, Gloria approached me in her nightgown and curlers, and she told me that the food better not taste like squished toads today. She is from the dementia unit.
Then during lunch, when I was overseeing everyone and making sure they were enjoying their meals, Richard felt the need to stand up and announce to the entire dining room that his medicine was finally working and he had a big poop this morning. It brightened everyone's appetites. (This actually happened in my grandma's nursing home in real life! Haha!)
Supper time was a grand event. I stopped Lucy just in time before she dumped a big heaping of salt on her rocky road ice cream. As soon as I accomplished that, Martha decided she was going to escape from her wheelchair and lead a conga line. Once I got her settled down, Mickey called me over and informed me that he'd rather eat rocks than this s***. I reported his comment back to the kitchen, but in a nicer manner.
Overall, it was an exciting day. And now I am pooped. But it is all worth it. Shout out to elderly people! I love my job!
Beacon light Special education Teacher Helpless Making people smile Learning Making progress Days go by Getting better Smiles ear to ear Laughing Knowledge My dream job Something worth my time Teaching
Collector of plastic collector of cans who might it be but the old garbage man. At sunrise he toiled and worked hard for his quid he drove the truck and behind tagged the kid. The kid was a star down the old footy club the old man his trainer, mentor and bud. Together they worked and together they earned though not related it was together they learned.
"Hey sweet thing, how about another round for me and the boys?" Greg blurted out across the streaky, glass bar. "I don't know, Greg. I think you've had enough." It was always hard cutting them off. It's hard to handle drunks. "Well actually, if we're thinking, I think I've had enough for the both of us if you know what I'm saying." Maybe he was trying to wink, or having an eye seizure. Greg was the most awkward drunk, is swear. "I know what your saying. I'm saying no. Like I do every night. You better go home before my boss comes." "Damn girl, you're no fun." "Bye, Greg." And just like that, I was alone. Just me and everyone messes. The bar smelled like stake chips, beer, and football. I did my best attempt to clean the glass shards off of the floor. Another drunk got mad about being cut off. How did they get like that? Take away something that's killing them, And they act as if it's the only thing keeping them alive.
The phone rang and my lips were instinctively pulled into a rehearsed smile. I rubbed my forehead, distressed by my own reaction, and let the call go to the answering machine. I finally understood why my parents said that if it was important they would leave a message. At the sound of my heals clicking on the scratched wooden floor, my two year old Samoyed, Maximus, scampered towards me. I crouched down and scratched his head affectionately. He whined quietly, squirming under my hand. "No walk tonight, Max." I stood up, removed my shoes, and grabbed my laptop off the counter. Due to the expansion of the company, my boss wanted a presentation made on its history and production statistics. And of course that job fell to the new office assistant; me. So after a day of answering phones and filling out applications during my lunch hour, I came home to a half painted apartment on the fifth floor and more work. My only comfort other than Max was a cup of chamomile tea and the thought that there had to be something better out there waiting for me to find it.
So many children with so many problems and I have the overwhelming want to solve all of them. All I want is for them to be happy. They are the most loving, caring children. They have the kindest heart and just want to make everyone happy. And they do just that. It's amazing how innocent and carefree they are. So unaware of the cruel world that the live in. They only see the good. It's refreshing really, how innocent they are.
Like solving problems? Like Science and math? Working with chemicals? Like stuff with the environment? If so then I think an engineer is a good job for you!
Beacon light special education teacher
ReplyDeleteHelping the helpless
Watching them
Teaching them
Getting up every morning knowing that I love my job.
Cheerful
Feeling lucky
Amazing
Self fulling
Smiles
Math
Money doesn't matter
I stand up and walk over to the table next to me, it is filthy. I grab wet rag and bottle of window cleaner and begin to spray the table down and wipe it clean. I finish wiping the table off and carry the rag and cleaner back to the spot in which it came from. I walk back out to the dining are and go up to a different table. This one doesn't need cleaned, however, there are two people sitting at it. I ask "How is everything?"
ReplyDelete"Good" they replied. I walk over to the cash register and grab my notepad to write them a check. I walk it over to them and they give me the money they owe. They leave and I clean there table along with the rest of them. It's closing time. I walk out to my crappy old car. It is a red dodge avenger. There are several dents in the door that I cannot afford to get repaired because of my small and unreasonable salary. I drive home and get some rest, for I have to do it all over again tomorrow.
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Glides with ease
Passing the notch
Glides without effort
Passing the test
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Oh, that sounds just dreadful!
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ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
Today was eventful... as always. There is never a dull moment in the life of a dining room hostess in the Bradford Ecumenical Home aka the Bradford nursing home.
This morning while I was setting up one of the tables, Gloria approached me in her nightgown and curlers, and she told me that the food better not taste like squished toads today. She is from the dementia unit.
Then during lunch, when I was overseeing everyone and making sure they were enjoying their meals, Richard felt the need to stand up and announce to the entire dining room that his medicine was finally working and he had a big poop this morning. It brightened everyone's appetites. (This actually happened in my grandma's nursing home in real life! Haha!)
Supper time was a grand event. I stopped Lucy just in time before she dumped a big heaping of salt on her rocky road ice cream. As soon as I accomplished that, Martha decided she was going to escape from her wheelchair and lead a conga line. Once I got her settled down, Mickey called me over and informed me that he'd rather eat rocks than this s***. I reported his comment back to the kitchen, but in a nicer manner.
Overall, it was an exciting day. And now I am pooped. But it is all worth it. Shout out to elderly people! I love my job!
Love,
Rachel
Beacon light
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Teacher
Helpless
Making people smile
Learning
Making progress
Days go by
Getting better
Smiles ear to ear
Laughing
Knowledge
My dream job
Something worth my time
Teaching
Collector of plastic collector of cans
ReplyDeletewho might it be but the old garbage man.
At sunrise he toiled and worked hard for his quid
he drove the truck and behind tagged the kid.
The kid was a star down the old footy club
the old man his trainer, mentor and bud.
Together they worked and together they earned
though not related it was together they learned.
"Hey sweet thing, how about another round for me and the boys?"
ReplyDeleteGreg blurted out across the streaky, glass bar.
"I don't know, Greg. I think you've had enough."
It was always hard cutting them off.
It's hard to handle drunks.
"Well actually, if we're thinking, I think I've had enough for the both of us if you know what I'm saying."
Maybe he was trying to wink, or having an eye seizure.
Greg was the most awkward drunk, is swear.
"I know what your saying. I'm saying no. Like I do every night. You better go home before my boss comes."
"Damn girl, you're no fun."
"Bye, Greg."
And just like that, I was alone.
Just me and everyone messes.
The bar smelled like stake chips, beer, and football.
I did my best attempt to clean the glass shards off of the floor.
Another drunk got mad about being cut off.
How did they get like that?
Take away something that's killing them,
And they act as if it's the only thing keeping them alive.
I love the opening line!
DeleteThe phone rang and my lips were instinctively pulled into a rehearsed smile. I rubbed my forehead, distressed by my own reaction, and let the call go to the answering machine. I finally understood why my parents said that if it was important they would leave a message. At the sound of my heals clicking on the scratched wooden floor, my two year old Samoyed, Maximus, scampered towards me. I crouched down and scratched his head affectionately. He whined quietly, squirming under my hand.
ReplyDelete"No walk tonight, Max." I stood up, removed my shoes, and grabbed my laptop off the counter. Due to the expansion of the company, my boss wanted a presentation made on its history and production statistics. And of course that job fell to the new office assistant; me. So after a day of answering phones and filling out applications during my lunch hour, I came home to a half painted apartment on the fifth floor and more work. My only comfort other than Max was a cup of chamomile tea and the thought that there had to be something better out there waiting for me to find it.
Oh, this is so good. Poor girl. She is a slave to her boss! Time for her to go to college.
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Finally a job I know I have the training for! Every other job I apply for requires such trivial prerequisites.
A degree...experience in the professional world...
I don't think they realize how many monsters I have slain, how many galaxies I have saved!
But now there is this! A dragon to tame, trick, and kill.
Granted there is no real pay for the deed but, regardless, it should give me some quality exposure, right?
I won't have to keep the "work experience" box on the resume blank anymore!
Perhaps then I can get spotted by a traveling party for a quest and hightail it out of this stupid town.
I'll need to grab my dragon call whistle, my flame retardant, leather armor...
Now where did I put my sword?
Oh my mom is gonna be so excited for me!
Drooping eyes transfixed
ReplyDeleteUpon the television screen.
Furrows worn by a pale, aging face.
In his eyes his past is seen.
Straggles of gray arranged
Upon a balding head.
Once a young and lively face,
Now a priceless antique instead.
No comprehension of today.
Tomorrow's contents are unknown.
Yesterday was lost in the moment.
But through his life, he has surely grown.
I'll cook his meals.
I'll run his bath.
I'll listen as he talks to me.
I'll nod my head.
I'll smile at him.
His thoughts, so foreign to me.
I'll make him feel as if he's not alone
Though she departed years ago.
I'll help him live.
I'll help him rest.
I'll help him
Until at last he's home.
So many children with so many problems and I have the overwhelming want to solve all of them. All I want is for them to be happy. They are the most loving, caring children. They have the kindest heart and just want to make everyone happy. And they do just that. It's amazing how innocent and carefree they are. So unaware of the cruel world that the live in. They only see the good. It's refreshing really, how innocent they are.
ReplyDeleteLike solving problems?
ReplyDeleteLike Science and math?
Working with chemicals?
Like stuff with the environment?
If so then I think an engineer is a good job for you!