Gossip. Gossip. Whose Got the Gossip?

So drama abounds in the housekeeping/laundry department. HaHa I love it. Especially when I’m watching it unfold by the sidelines. Occasionally I’m like the trainer that trots onto the field with little bottles of reviving egg-ons to both of the opponents. Am I the drama queen or nursing home jester, moving my pawns about the That’sLifeBoard that is Gods Waiting Room?

UnReliableJune and Kerry [mother of wonky-eyed-housekeeper-Henry, remember that, it’ll come in handy further into the tale] are at loggerheads. With BitchSlaps raised at twenty paces they are in sniping battle. Sometimes with the 420 HOH as their intermediary. Which puts 420 in an awkward spot as Kerry is her lieutenant; a position she takes quiet loud pride in.

If I wasn’t smart enough to remember that she’s the head honcho in 420’s absence, I’m reminded of it every time 420’s been away so far. Makes me *cackle*…I know within twenty minutes of my starting time I will be rewarded with a visit by the responsibility toting Kezzah, informing me of such…“If I needed anything to come and see her“... Yep. Like the last time when I needed you to kick LazyOldHagPotties arse for hanging up a bunch of old peoples outfits to drip-dry over night that 1) did not need drip-drying and 2) did indeed NOT succeed in drip-drying. Just so the lazy old cow didn’t have to put them away.

Like with any great supper party there is a Judas [fuck-me-dead! A JudusS?!!] amongst the bunch. MoleLikeMarty listens to UnReliableJune’s rants and then returns them to Kerry. June’s diatribes are usually against wonky-eyed-Henry and his lack of cleaning skills. Ut Oh Nobody speaks bad of Kezzahs boyah. Even when his name can and has been written in the picture frame dust that heavily collects on his wing of the nursing home.

UnReliableJune went home early on Monday, when quizzed by Kerry if she had rung in a replacement, June snipped “No, that’s YOUR job” and left Kerry along with the other staff that were clustered around the nurses desk in her wake. When she went home early on the Wednesday…[haha yes Wednesday as well, I did her Tuesday for her. Pre-arranged]… she didn’t bother to tell Kerry of her departure.

I showed a suitable “ohhh” face when Kerry told me what had transpired, then backed it up with a laugh and a “Damn never known a place that would let an employee get away with that”. On Thursday, June had one of the nurses collect her paycheque from Kerry, instead of facing the spitting and yeowling one herself. Dunno where it’s all headed but it’ll be ahh interesting.

And we let the games begin when 420 comes back on Monday.

**Highlight of the Day** I was able to suggest to Meryl the Activity Director that the next time that LazyOldHagPottie gets up in her face with tales of what she could do for the next fundraiser [I’m guessing it’s a fundraiser, something to do with cakes] that she go do her fucking laundry instead! Just as well I work in one, as I then nearly wore Meryl’s iced tea when she spat it out squawking/laughing/choking. I figure Pottie must die sooner or later. Naturally or unnaturally. She could keel over and die in mid-sentence of uttering “I can do Thaaat”. Or Maybe. One day she’ll be smothered to death by all them falling wet clothes.

BahHaHa. And that’s what keeps me going.