Working in a retirement home, the guests become like family. Some people work here for the money, but i don't. I like to hear the stories of the wars, the first cell phone, how my generation sucks etc…
It was around 8 am when i came into work this morning. Everyone was up, and ready to start the day. I spent the majority of the morning cleaning, and organizing rooms.
Youre probably wondering what's fun about cleaning?
At the end of cleaning if your shift is not over you get to hang out and talk to the people here. There are dozens of interesting facts and stories, but my favourite stories came from Margret.
Margret came to live here when she was about 60 and now she's almost 90! I've only been here for a couple years, but every day she has a new story to tell me. I knocked on her door “Come in Katrina.” “How'd you know it was me?” I said opening the door
Her room was very antique, she refuses to throw anything out or accept modern day furniture. She has the couches that are covered in flower designs, end tables that have spots just for phone books. We even set up a landline for her. She sat on the couch and poured the tea into a cup that she said was specifically mine.
“Did i ever tell you how i met my husband?” “I dont think so?” She handed me the mug and carried on, “Back when my coloured people-” She started to say but then stopped. I looked up from my cup and she looked unconscious. I checked her pulse and it was still there, I ran and hit the emergency button.
I laid her on the ground and started doing chest compressions, not long after that the medical staff came in. They were trained for this, and we were used to this.
I watched as they frantically tried to get her back. They had me call 911, the paramedics...