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Mar. 26th, 2007 08:28 amI've spent the last three days in the company of the Migraine From Hell. The bugger just wouldn't go away. If I've seemed distant to anyone, please forgive--
I've got a new part-time job. I interviewed last week. I'll be working as a home aide for an elderly couple in Marquette. The interesting thing about the job is the cool benefit of working for someone who's grandfather was an area pioneer. Lots of history.
The not-so-cool thing is that the current aides, one of who has been with the family for over three years, treats the couple, who are in the mid to late 80's and are frail and going senile, as children. This bugs the hell out of me. It's a ...I dunno, a *tone* thing. When I was hired, the woman who interviewed me complained with a smile that the wife was trying to listen because "she was so nosy"; well, no shit, I'd be nosy about someone who was coming into my home, too.
The fundraiser that I hosted last Friday did ok, but not as well as I'd hoped. There was a miscommunication with the band, and two of the members would only play if they were paid. I talked to the lead player, face-to-face, two weeks ago, but he didn't remember the conversation at all. Keith said the guy was ... "you, know," he says, "all the drugs and stuff when he was younger..." Well, damn, I wish someone would've told me that I needed to put the agreement in writing. Still, we made a little over $400.
I've got a new part-time job. I interviewed last week. I'll be working as a home aide for an elderly couple in Marquette. The interesting thing about the job is the cool benefit of working for someone who's grandfather was an area pioneer. Lots of history.
The not-so-cool thing is that the current aides, one of who has been with the family for over three years, treats the couple, who are in the mid to late 80's and are frail and going senile, as children. This bugs the hell out of me. It's a ...I dunno, a *tone* thing. When I was hired, the woman who interviewed me complained with a smile that the wife was trying to listen because "she was so nosy"; well, no shit, I'd be nosy about someone who was coming into my home, too.
The fundraiser that I hosted last Friday did ok, but not as well as I'd hoped. There was a miscommunication with the band, and two of the members would only play if they were paid. I talked to the lead player, face-to-face, two weeks ago, but he didn't remember the conversation at all. Keith said the guy was ... "you, know," he says, "all the drugs and stuff when he was younger..." Well, damn, I wish someone would've told me that I needed to put the agreement in writing. Still, we made a little over $400.