I worked my last shift at the Old Folks Home yesterday. I actually started the new job two weeks ago, but I stayed at the old place for a couple more Sundays until my replacement would take over. Thankfully, the replacer is a coworker who happily took the promotion, so it was easy to train her. Did that yesterday, and I am now an official has been.
While I'm glad to have finished up, I'm grateful for my time there. I gained lasting friendships and memories that were forged all the more deeply because of the COVID conditions. And as I've confessed that geriatrics isn't my bag, I learned a lot of dietary and nutrition info along those lines as well as motivation to do what I can to prevent sh*t from happening to me as I age.
One of the cooks was in there, not surprisingly looking the same. He'd taken his hat off and was just standing there all...
I'd gone in to check the jell-o inventory. God forbid they run out of jell-o. It's about a 10-second task, but you know I stayed much longer... and went back several times to "check inventory".
So, moving on. I'm liking the new job and still learning the ropes. The college campus is pretty quiet now that it's summer, and I'm looking forward to the fall.
Magnum and I got out for some hiking on Saturday. Nothing very strenuous, he had new boots he wanted to break in, so I tagged along. It was hot then too, but a breeze and periodic shade kept us alive.
We stopped at one of the educational plaques to learn about Ponderosa Pines, but really just wanted to hang out in the shade for a while.