neyronrose (neyronrose) wrote,
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neyronrose

Thursday

I worked.  One of the home health aide agency people asked if I could work the weekend.  I expressed some unhappiness, and asked if she had seen my e-mail.  "E-mail?" she said.  I repeated verbally some of what I'd said in it.  She said some BS, and then said, "I'm trying my best."  That was also BS, in my opinion.

The guys weren't too bad.  R. wanted to tell me some sad story of how discombobulated he was about the morning.  I didn't really have time at that point.  I'm sure I'll hear it some other time.  I didn't really have the inclination to hear it, either.  I heard as much as I wanted of it from B., anyway.  Apparently a new housekeeping person was going to clean R. and B.'s kitchen and bathroom.  She didn't do much of anything in the bathroom as far as I could tell.  She wouldn't go near the kitchen because she was afraid of dogs.  Again, Miss Daisy is a mini poodle.  She's not exactly some kind of attack dog.
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