Some Friday Funny...
Have I mentioned that I absolutely LOVE my new job??
I was hired by a company that provides elder care for seniors in their homes. Usually these folks are living independently - but they just cannot do all of the things that they used to do. So I go in and provide a meal, some light housekeeping, companionship, and/or I drive people to appointments or to shop. Or provide respite care for someone who is caring for a loved one who cannot be left alone. It's a no brainer!
I mean, seriously. I love it. I am building up a base of regular clients - or as Roses would put it, "I have my very own old people!" and I am having a ball.
One of my clients is a fab lady of 85 who is very spry and with it. Her Hubby still calls her "Babe" after 60+ years of marriage. I just love that! Anyway, her only difficulty is that she no longer drives. Her hubby is no longer able to drive her either, so my job once a week is to take her to get her weekly groceries and run a few errands.
And we giggle and laugh the whole time. It's great.
So, on our last shopping excursion (I cannot believe I get PAID for this) we are in the store and this Cute Little Old Lady says to me in a stage whisper, "I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to think badly of me..."
Me: "You have zero chance of telling me anything that would make me think badly of you. What's up?"
CLOL: "Well - I need to stop at the liquor store before we get home. I am out of Vodka..."
Me: And I am giggling... "Hey that's no problem! We have plenty of time!"
CLOL (feeling the need to further explain): "You see, I really really look forward to my cocktail every day at 4:00 - and even though my husband can no longer have one with me, I like to have one anyway while he has his coffee... It's not like I am a mess about it!"
Me: (still giggling) "You're my hero..."
CLOL: "Well, like I said - I just don't want you to think badly of me..."
Me: "Sweetie, as long as you don't think badly of ME when we go in and they know me by name - we're all good..."
She cracked up at that - and laughed even harder when they DID. Ha! And I made sure that she made it home with plenty of limes. Life is good!
And I hope I am still enjoying cocktail hour at 85... That's just awesome.
I was hired by a company that provides elder care for seniors in their homes. Usually these folks are living independently - but they just cannot do all of the things that they used to do. So I go in and provide a meal, some light housekeeping, companionship, and/or I drive people to appointments or to shop. Or provide respite care for someone who is caring for a loved one who cannot be left alone. It's a no brainer!
I mean, seriously. I love it. I am building up a base of regular clients - or as Roses would put it, "I have my very own old people!" and I am having a ball.
One of my clients is a fab lady of 85 who is very spry and with it. Her Hubby still calls her "Babe" after 60+ years of marriage. I just love that! Anyway, her only difficulty is that she no longer drives. Her hubby is no longer able to drive her either, so my job once a week is to take her to get her weekly groceries and run a few errands.
And we giggle and laugh the whole time. It's great.
So, on our last shopping excursion (I cannot believe I get PAID for this) we are in the store and this Cute Little Old Lady says to me in a stage whisper, "I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to think badly of me..."
Me: "You have zero chance of telling me anything that would make me think badly of you. What's up?"
CLOL: "Well - I need to stop at the liquor store before we get home. I am out of Vodka..."
Me: And I am giggling... "Hey that's no problem! We have plenty of time!"
CLOL (feeling the need to further explain): "You see, I really really look forward to my cocktail every day at 4:00 - and even though my husband can no longer have one with me, I like to have one anyway while he has his coffee... It's not like I am a mess about it!"
Me: (still giggling) "You're my hero..."
CLOL: "Well, like I said - I just don't want you to think badly of me..."
Me: "Sweetie, as long as you don't think badly of ME when we go in and they know me by name - we're all good..."
She cracked up at that - and laughed even harder when they DID. Ha! And I made sure that she made it home with plenty of limes. Life is good!
And I hope I am still enjoying cocktail hour at 85... That's just awesome.
posted by Richmond | 11:40 AM
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