Show n Tell

Feedback on the Mother’s Day luncheon was that it was "okay". Residents were served big Jimmy John's sandwiches.

The only beef was that on the last Father’s Day, the women were told to remain seated while the men/Fathers were served first; but management did not make the men wait until the women were served at Tuesday’s Mother’s Day event.

Since this was not Activity Director’s event, but one of the events Manager is reluctantly required to arrange for the seniors by Corporate, I asked if she greeted them this time.

Not only did she not, she once again sent staff in to manage the event and "hid' in her office.

Manager really is uncomfortable with residents OR is her refusing to greet at the door, and sometimes refusing to attend events a statement of sorts?

I recall, when I was in the working world, I ascribed to the proverb about being discerning about who one breaks bread with.

If I didn't like or respect you, I'd not share a meal with you.

When the three witches, Attorneys Henrietta, Joyce, Jane, treated me like crap all year, but wanted to show how manganous they were on Secretaries Day by taking me to lunch, I made a statement by taking vacation Secretaries week every year of the three/four years I worked for them, so I didn’t have to eat with them and they were left looking shitfaced as the other attorneys and their secretaries celebrated.

Was I being petty?

You bet I was. I wasn’t going to play that hypocritical game with them, so they could pat themselves on the back thinking what great massas they were to their slave; and it felt good to know I was causing them embarrassment.

Would you believe, they didn’t catch on to being embarrassed and laughed at by others until the very last year I worked for them.

To put me in my place that year, they took the temp employee, hired to work my desk that week, to lunch on Secretaries Day.

Problem with that was, in the one week the temp worked for them, he saw through them, commended me upon my return with having left him a manual with such clear detailed instructions and my putting up with the witches for years.

He figured out why I'd taken vacation, laughted at the witches, just like everyone else, and that temp became one of my very best friends, and remains so to this day.

So, maybe Manager is ascribing to the same proverb, about breaking bread, for her own reasons.

Lots of movement here on the complex today — people moving out, others moving in, old faces disappearing, new faces appearing.

Talker knocked on the door last night and, when I opened, she was dancing/singing, announcing one of those moving out is her downstairs neighbor … our Karen character.

Our Karen Character

"Hold up" said I to Talker as she was dancing/singing, grabbed my phone, asked her to repeat what she was doing so I could tape it.

Of course, I didn’t tell her I was taping for the blog. I said it was a keepsake for her, sent the video to her to do with as she liked. She sent it to the Baker, other residents, and her family. All who got a good laugh.

I suppose Karen is moving out because, try as she did, she couldn’t force Talker to move by incessantly complaining about ordinary ever day noises one will hear when others are living upstairs, you living downstairs; and the office didn’t want to hear any more of Karen’s complaints.

Would be funny, if Karen moved to the same one-level complex as Red Light.

Returning from this morning’s workout, I ran into Miracle Man — the resident who, in his younger years, survived being shot on two different occasions, stabbed and firebombed.

He was looking visibly depressed and close to tears. I knew it’s because he’s losing his girlfriend — Ruthie, the woman being evicted because of bed bugs.

Ruthie has been telling others she bought a house nearby, because she doesn’t want to move too far away from Miracle Man.

Not likely she bought a house when she’s on SSI, that is unless she’s won the lottery, but Miracle Man tells me she hasn’t found a place yet, that she’s looking, has a place in mind, but it’s not yet locked in.

I’d assumed that inasmuch as she’s on SSI, the County was helping her to relocate, but research tells me, "No, Supplemental Security Income (SSI) is not the same as county assistance. SSI is a federal program administered by the Social Security Administration, providing monthly cash benefits to individuals with limited income and resources who are blind, aged 65 or older, or have a disability. County assistance programs, on the other hand, are typically state and local programs that provide various forms of assistance, including cash benefits, to individuals who are unable to meet their basic needs".

Either way, Ruthie is not in the position to purchase a house. Rent maybe.

With the handcuffed woman still on my mind, I today researched the police blotter, the department’s website and the news for "Police activity 05/13/25 on Sierra in Fontana" and got nothing. So, I’m moving on from that.

We’ll just have to write it off as The Eighth Wonder of the World.