So about working with old people

It is really something working with people, or in my case, old people.

Today I worked dubble shifts so I got to see many of them. I want to talk about my day at work and a bit about the people I go home to.

For example I was buying food and cleaning a lady with the diagnose Borderline. So yeah, she's a bit mental, but I found her really kind and fun to talk to. She lived in a mess but after an hour and a half it was some what better.

Around 18.00 tonight I went to a man who is demented. He can't really remember me anymore but I tried my best to get on the good side with him again cooking and chatting while he was eating. The other girls always I work with leaves him after cooking, but I usually stay and do the dishes after. I never got that far today. The zombie like horn dog raised his voice and said;

"I think you're damn sexy".
"Hehe" I said. "So does my boyfriend" trying to joke about it.

But then he stood up and pulled down his zipers and flashed his dick, while asking me if I think he's nasty and rude. I excused myself and walked away while vomiting a bit in my mouth.


So yeah, old people are like a box of chocolate... you never know what you'll get.