Well, mainly about my summer job;
To a lesser degree, about the skills that I've learnt;
Largely, the insights I've gained;
And probably a lot of bad things about me will come to light.
No one's perfect, and I'm a good example of that one person that was made from a broken mold... or something like that. I warn you that some of the following posts will make me look like a ridiculously horrible person, even negligent or perhaps inhuman at times; but this is how it happened and no matter how much I try I can't change things now. Not that I'm all bad that is.
So here's the background. I worked in a rest home that is home to many residents, in my wing there were approximately 30 seniors that all required different levels of care, which is to be expected, as all people are different. I was personally in charge of about 15 but only had to assist with actual cares on about 10 residents, no real biggy in terms of workload in rest-homes. There were 2 caregivers and 1 senior caregiver who did the medications, I did evening shifts so there were no other staff except for cooks and hospital staff at the other end of the building. The home I worked in I found pleasant and rustic, full of eagerly helpful staff, activities and good feelings, on the surface it was a resthome far surpassing ones I had previously seen and even delving below the surface, it was still one of the good ones. That's about all you'll need, to follow my stories.
It's not so much about castrating myself, or giving voice for the understaffed and often unappreciated health workers or even a form of redemption. This is one tool, to allow me to do all I can do now, which is to reflect.
