And Then There Were None

The surprise birthday party for The Seer got off without a hitch.

Intent on sticking to my clean eating regiment, I’d gotten up at 6:30, began boiling two dozen eggs, and had 48 perfectly deviled egg halves prepared by 10:00.

Taking them down to the party close to 11:00, I found Younger Sister had brought deli fried chicken and the resident who’d been hospitalized due to the heat last week, now out of the hospital, had contributed deli potato salad.

I’m weak when I see fried chicken and/or potato salad, so the clean eating program was blown – but just for today. I’ll be up early tomorrow, walking the 3 miles around the golf course, to make up for it. I might have to walk an extra mile for breaking my twelve-week sugar fast with the ice cream and cupcake I indulged in.

I don’t see any temptations coming in the near future, as I don’t see any further activities here on the complex. Especially since I learned at the party that the Activities Director was “gone” … had “quit”.

I was shocked, but should not have been because, back on June 2^nd, I’d blogged in my former location on Wordpress, that the light had faded from the Activities Director’s normally happy and excited face.

It was so obvious she’d become depressed and worn down by office interference in her endeavors to do right by us seniors that one of the residents circulated a thank you card for the Activities Director, in hopes it would encourage her to work through the bull and stay. On the card I wrote, “Thank you for all your endeavors and hang in there.”

Didn’t work. She tapped out and thing is … we received no prior notice she was leaving.

NOW it makes sense why management tossed the flyers announcing this coming Monday’s on-site Bingo game. THAT was something the Activities Director had arranged, so now I don’t know if that means Bingo Guy is also out.

I’ll find out on Monday when I go down at the appointed time and he’s not there.

I have a theory as to why we received no prior notice about Activities Director’s resignation/last day.

Inasmuch as us residents banned together to show our appreciation for Assistant Manager’s being so nice to us seniors -- that surprise going away party on July 28, Nurse Ratched kept this resignation – of her last remaining staffer, a secret to thwart another such display of appreciation.

It’s like she’s telling us, “They’ll be no more of THAT!”

If you think I'm being paranoid, you're wrong. It's just the sort of backhanded thing Nurse Ratched would do to let us know who's in control around here.

Jealousy?

Perhaps.

Just being mean?

Most definitely.

At any rate, the resident who worked with the Activities Director in organizing the casino trips – who, by the way, also did not know about the resignation, is worried those monthly trips are now kaput.

No worries for me because I’d no plans to go back, but on-site bingo and the casino trips were the only two activities this management group allowed to residents, as compared to the multitude of activities we enjoyed under prior management, which prompted one resident at the party to declare, “What do they want … For us to just move in here and die?”

Another resident was heard to reply, “That’s what’s happening. They move in and die.”