GremiyunWorking in a nursing home wasn’t my dream job. But it was something that I was okay with, something that wasn’t killing me and the place I landed in, the workmates were nice, the old people were more than just okay and it wasn’t too far away from the place I was living in.
But overall, after ten years in the business, thirty five year old me got slightly bored in his job. I just knew mostly everything I had to do, I had done it all countless time and so work itself became boring.
Luckily there were the people I had to take care off, that I had to deal with. Sometimes it just was fun listening to their tales from back then. Sometimes it was demanding to cheer them up. And sometimes it was hard to watch them die. But the last one just was an unavoidable part of working in a nursing home.
But one, the day she moved in, things got more interesting again. She was around seventy years old. She was in good shape, she still was living an active life and she moved into one of our prime suites, in one of our penthouse suites on the top floor.
Those suites are pretty expensive, they have some premium service and yes, they bring in a lot of money. Money that keeps the whole nursery home afloat and helps us keeping prices affordable while providing the people living in our institution the best service, the best food and the best everything we can.
Yes, the place I was working was not one of those places that just was built to make the biggest profit anyhow possible. One of those asshole institutions that don’t give a damn about the people living inside and just see them as way to make money. We really cared about the people.
I am drifting off, back to her. She could afford the best place in the nursing home because she had her rent as a former teacher and plenty of money from her deceased husband who was a successful local business owner. She even was a minor celebrity in town. And she had no children, so she decided to make the best out of her money.
And the first thing was moving to a place with a twenty four hour hotel service that had more than just a little bit experience in taking care of elderly people. Because despite the fact that she was in excellent shape for her age, she knew that she wasn’t getting any younger.
But that not having to take care about her household anymore was only one reason why she had moved into a nursing home. The second, and probably bigger one, was that she was afraid of being alone. Her husband had passed away, she had no children, no other relatives that were living close by and her friends, the slowly but steadily began to literally die off.
After she had moved in, things began to change. She quickly put herself into a position of authority. But she did it in a good way. She motivated the other people living in the place to move their asses. She talked with them, she helped them out, she even was helping out the staff by just being there for those in need.
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