Like the Boom of a Cannon

as tired as I was last night, I managed to wake myself up on time, shower, and mosey down to work where it was still questionable whether or not I was going to actually work. Unfortunately, someone did call out, so I had to stay, but this time I got to work in the only hallway that I had yet to work. I barely knew anything about the people there, but I was eager to learn!

it was actually very easy, getting everyone up and learning what they needed. It also helped that the woman who I was complaining about yesterday wasn't managing, so she wasn't breathing down my neck, and she actually helped me a lot. Let me clarity something, I don't hate her or wish ill upon her, I just don't like her attitude or how she rushed everything. I'm one who gives credit where credit is due, and just because I don't like the way she acts doesn't mean I'm incapable of seeing how hard she works or how well she does her job. And even though I'm not fond of her, I am still nice and respectful towards her.

anyway, one of the great parts about working this new hallway meant I finally could fill the holes in my mind about this place. I met two new people, one I didn't even realize existed until last week. so yay!

though it was super windy, the sun was shining and it was a very beautiful day. Oddly enough, the wind "blew in" a sign of what was to come. Before I knew anything, it was right around the time when I took my break. I snuck over to my usual spot by the public computers, when I saw that the chairs that belong there were gone. I decided to go to another spot, but there was someone else there. I didn't think anything of it at the time, so I retreated to the break room.

later on, i noticed that we were going to have special guests for lunch and I asked about who they might be. That was when i found out something awful. Right around when i went on my break, one of the residents who i was very fond of, had passed. He wasn't in the greatest of health, but he was still looking pretty good last time I saw him. It came as a big shock to me.

the first night i worked his hallway, he was very kind and patient with me. He spoke of how he used to be a magistrate in the military right after WWII. I enjoyed talking to him and hearing his stories, and he was very interested in hearing what it was like for me being familiar with the military as well. He made me feel welcome and helpful, especially when I was so unsure of what I was supposed to be doing.

Right after I was told what happened, I looked outside and saw that the beatuiful clear and sunny sky had gone away, and the wind blew in these grey clouds that seemed to loom overhead. The weather certainly has a way of setting the mood. . . 

surely, I'm going to miss him, but I have to remember this was inevitable. Like all things, this will come to pass, as we all do, I guess.