Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Rant #001 - Stupid questions receive [s]stupid answers[/s] lies
Heya.
So today was my first day at my new "job".
As I had already mentioned some posts ago I didn't get to join the army so I'm stuck in a retirement home for at least four months.
I already "quit" my waitress job by the way. Wouldn't want a full-time schedule, would I?
Anyways.
I thought I'd get into the department that's responsible for the social activities (since I AM doing a social year (that's what it's called, too)) but no - I am in the caring department. Fucking L.
Today still went smoothly, I only had to watch most of the time (well, after that I had to do it myself, but yeah.) The worst thing was emptying the urine package but hurray for gloves and buckets.
So I watched them clean the residents, dress them, feed them (fed them myself), and so on.
Poop wasn't rare either.
After about 7 hours we were practically finished for the day, so they decided I could go home sooner (I still can't believe that. I'm actually thinking "They probably wanted to test me to see, if I really will go home or not and will fire me for taking them up on their offer". But oh well, if it happens, it happens.).
So after making sure of what I have to do/when I have to arrive/what I have to know and wear next week she asked me how my day in there was.
Seriously?
Seriously?
Of course it was brilliant!
I smelt urine and poop half of my day,
I saw it stuck on the diapers and asses,
I listened to an insane woman scream her lungs out the entire stay,
I cleaned up shit from other people,
I listened to YOU telling me, that I should consider giving up this job (I TOLD you I'm not trying to learn and get this job, I'm USING it to bypass the waiting time till my next education) because you yourself don't really like it and are fucking disgusted by other's excrements.
So you tell me how my day was at your second home.
You know, actually I don't really want to complain (Yeah, right) since it was my decision to do this, but you don't have to ask me how it was after telling me that you think it's shitty.
If I were someone who really loved this job, I would have been really offended and there actually are little perks you get (which I don't deem worthy enough for me).
Such as getting to know people who have experienced so much more things you can't even imagine it,
and receiving their gratefulness by only giving attention to them.
(That's it for me)
Well... Hopefully it'll really only be four months. Otherwise it'll be ten. No, I don't want ten. No. Not even with those 4 weeks of seminars.
So today was my first day at my new "job".
As I had already mentioned some posts ago I didn't get to join the army so I'm stuck in a retirement home for at least four months.
I already "quit" my waitress job by the way. Wouldn't want a full-time schedule, would I?
Anyways.
I thought I'd get into the department that's responsible for the social activities (since I AM doing a social year (that's what it's called, too)) but no - I am in the caring department. Fucking L.
Today still went smoothly, I only had to watch most of the time (well, after that I had to do it myself, but yeah.) The worst thing was emptying the urine package but hurray for gloves and buckets.
So I watched them clean the residents, dress them, feed them (fed them myself), and so on.
Poop wasn't rare either.
After about 7 hours we were practically finished for the day, so they decided I could go home sooner (I still can't believe that. I'm actually thinking "They probably wanted to test me to see, if I really will go home or not and will fire me for taking them up on their offer". But oh well, if it happens, it happens.).
So after making sure of what I have to do/when I have to arrive/what I have to know and wear next week she asked me how my day in there was.
Seriously?
Seriously?
Of course it was brilliant!
I smelt urine and poop half of my day,
I saw it stuck on the diapers and asses,
I listened to a
I cleaned up shit from other people,
I listened to YOU telling me, that I should consider giving up this job (I TOLD you I'm not trying to learn and get this job, I'm USING it to bypass the waiting time till my next education) because you yourself don't really like it and are fucking disgusted by other's excrements.
So you tell me how my day was at your second home.
You know, actually I don't really want to complain (Yeah, right) since it was my decision to do this, but you don't have to ask me how it was after telling me that you think it's shitty.
If I were someone who really loved this job, I would have been really offended and there actually are little perks you get (which I don't deem worthy enough for me).
Such as getting to know people who have experienced so much more things you can't even imagine it,
and receiving their gratefulness by only giving attention to them.
(That's it for me)
Well... Hopefully it'll really only be four months. Otherwise it'll be ten. No, I don't want ten. No. Not even with those 4 weeks of seminars.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Trivia #001
Just a trivial fact about me / my family.
My vietnamese mother's responsible for most of the german dishes, while my stepfather's responsible for the vietnamese ones. Real difficult asian dishes though are made by my mother while my german stepfather does the difficult european dishes. Me?
I bake the cakes, cookies, waffles; make the pies, pudding and chocolate.
...and occasionally I cook both european and asian dishes.
I detest touching fish though.
PS: They both can't bake for the life of them. (My mother just has bad luck when it comes to baking and my stepfather hasn't done it enough to do it well, I guess.)
My vietnamese mother's responsible for most of the german dishes, while my stepfather's responsible for the vietnamese ones. Real difficult asian dishes though are made by my mother while my german stepfather does the difficult european dishes. Me?
I bake the cakes, cookies, waffles; make the pies, pudding and chocolate.
...and occasionally I cook both european and asian dishes.
I detest touching fish though.
PS: They both can't bake for the life of them. (My mother just has bad luck when it comes to baking and my stepfather hasn't done it enough to do it well, I guess.)
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