I have finally become employed.
Am I glad? I guess so.
I had to get up at 7:15 today, and I went to sleep at 1. I woke up feeling like I just laid down to go to sleep.
I came to the nursing home in town and started my first shift, my 12 hour shift, as a receptionist.
At the rate I'm going, I'm just going to be an office worker for the rest of my life. I'm good at it by now, I've got 3 years in 3 different places, but I don't want to be good at it. It's entirely pointless.
Being in a nursing home is much different than any places I've spent much time in before. Patients hobble or wheel up to the glass that's to my left and stare, sometimes say hi, most times pull helplessly and furiously at the door that separates them from the lobby and thus, the rest of the world. You can't communicate with them - well, some you can. Some people, the nurses and most employees here, are fine with this kind of behavior. I wonder how people become that way - able to handle such things. I can't. My heart races. I don't know how to act, even though in reality, I know that they can't process things correctly and thus won't judge me anyway.
It's terrible to see these people so helpless though, helpless to themselves, not just to everybody else. What a depressing place.