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To sum it up, yesterday sucked. I don't think I could find another word to describe it
I work for a company that does home health. I'm a home health aide, and my job description is pretty easy: cleaning, cooking, laundry, bathing, shopping, etc. These are my tasks and with each client, I'm assigned different tasks in accordance to their needs....
So, I was sent to a woman's house yesterday as a fill-in. Her tasks are cleaning, laundry and cooking. First, she tells me she's starving and wants me to cook her something to eat. I'm not going to get into the details, but in the process of trying to cook her food she kept cussing and complaining about other workers before me who didn't do there job, others who couldn't cook, wouldn't clean, and just sat on their a**, etc. Dropping the F-bomb in every sentence. She also starts cussing at me because I didn't do things the 'right way' or in the correct order. In other words, 'her way.'
Well, as it turns out, I'm not a very good cook. The grease got too hot and started smoking up the place. I turned on the overhead fan but that didn't work too well. Which, of course, she started cussing at me for letting the grease get too hot and start smoking. Then the dang potatoes started burning. And all hell breaks loose, she literally screams, "Well, they wouldn't burn if you put f***ing oil in them." They did have oil, I just obviously didn't put enough. She then THROWS the pan with hot potatoes and grease across the stove and screams at me to "Get the f*** out of my house and never step foot in it again." I ran out of there half scared she'd start throwing things at me
I knew the woman was psycho before going there and I didn't want to go work for her, but my supervisor all but begged me too
Next time, I'll be sure to trust my first instinct.
Now fast forward to about 10 at night. We have lots of stray cats around our house. Our landlord's husband comes to water and feed them in the evenings. Which is perfectly fine, as our animal control is worthless and we have no Humane Society in my county. Well, I let my dogs out to go potty and they start barking at something and I'm thinking 'oh no, not another skunk (which was the episode last week).' Then I hear yelping, so I start running in the house to get the flashlight, fearing the worst. I come back out with the flashlight and Jasper has a kitty and he's killing the poor thing
I try to get him to come to me but he won't, so I go back inside to get my shoes. When I get back to the door, he's left the poor kitty on the porch
The only decent thing I know to do is to bury the kitty, so that's what I did
On a brighter note, I did get a second job. Nothing to brag about, but income is income

I work for a company that does home health. I'm a home health aide, and my job description is pretty easy: cleaning, cooking, laundry, bathing, shopping, etc. These are my tasks and with each client, I'm assigned different tasks in accordance to their needs....
So, I was sent to a woman's house yesterday as a fill-in. Her tasks are cleaning, laundry and cooking. First, she tells me she's starving and wants me to cook her something to eat. I'm not going to get into the details, but in the process of trying to cook her food she kept cussing and complaining about other workers before me who didn't do there job, others who couldn't cook, wouldn't clean, and just sat on their a**, etc. Dropping the F-bomb in every sentence. She also starts cussing at me because I didn't do things the 'right way' or in the correct order. In other words, 'her way.'
Well, as it turns out, I'm not a very good cook. The grease got too hot and started smoking up the place. I turned on the overhead fan but that didn't work too well. Which, of course, she started cussing at me for letting the grease get too hot and start smoking. Then the dang potatoes started burning. And all hell breaks loose, she literally screams, "Well, they wouldn't burn if you put f***ing oil in them." They did have oil, I just obviously didn't put enough. She then THROWS the pan with hot potatoes and grease across the stove and screams at me to "Get the f*** out of my house and never step foot in it again." I ran out of there half scared she'd start throwing things at me

I knew the woman was psycho before going there and I didn't want to go work for her, but my supervisor all but begged me too

Now fast forward to about 10 at night. We have lots of stray cats around our house. Our landlord's husband comes to water and feed them in the evenings. Which is perfectly fine, as our animal control is worthless and we have no Humane Society in my county. Well, I let my dogs out to go potty and they start barking at something and I'm thinking 'oh no, not another skunk (which was the episode last week).' Then I hear yelping, so I start running in the house to get the flashlight, fearing the worst. I come back out with the flashlight and Jasper has a kitty and he's killing the poor thing


I try to get him to come to me but he won't, so I go back inside to get my shoes. When I get back to the door, he's left the poor kitty on the porch

The only decent thing I know to do is to bury the kitty, so that's what I did

On a brighter note, I did get a second job. Nothing to brag about, but income is income
