I Spy Something Blue

Waking up to walk able weather this morning, but too lazy to get myself together and get out, I planned on a day indoors, working on the needlepoint project and catching up on recorded television programs.

Standing at the kitchen sink along about 10:00, I caught a glimpse of something blue on the neighbor’s door.

Two thoughts went through my head in rapid succession: 1) If there’s something on her door, there’s something on my door and 2) That can’t be this month’s Activities Calendar. Today is only the 1^st of September and management never posts calendars to our doors in a timely manner … this early in the new month.

I opened the door, reached for the blue paper on my door and what do you know … it was the calendar.

Surprise, surprise. Management is getting its act together for a change, thought I.

With the exception of a Disaster Preparedness class tomorrow, and a Summer BBQ Potluck on the 23^rd, no activities.

Because of all the fires, I’d better attend that preparedness class. I’d also better hurry for the easy way out of the potluck BBQ, which is to sign up for deli potato salad before someone else does.

There was a full page letter added to the calendar with corporate’s logo, signed by the Regional Property Supervisor, the partial text of which read, “Dear Resident(s): We regret to inform you that … is no longer managing …. We will miss her very much and wish her well on her future endeavors ….”

WHAT?!!!

NURSE RATCHED IS GONE?!!!

I quickly dressed and headed down to the Community Room to get the details from those in the know.

She’s not transferred to another property – which is what we’d hoped for, she’s fired and, when I entered the Community Room, I saw a locksmith was changing out locks in the office area.

That tells me she must have been caught doing more than just lying, being mean to residents, being uncooperative, threatening, terrorizing residents even.

Residents in the know observed one of the big bosses from corporate on the property yesterday. He walked into the kitchen area, unlocked cabinets, found a box, and took the box to Nurse Ratched’s office.

Having worked in Corporate America, seeing a box go into someone's office and that person escorted out, The Seer announced to those present, “She’s gone” and sure enough, this morning we get a letter announcing her departure.

For now, the Assistant Manager – the one who was so fearful of Nurse Ratched that she made herself ill, is in charge – with help from office staff of other locations.

Hopefully, whoever takes Nurse Ratched’s place is someone who doesn’t hate old people.