I, too, worked as a waitress in an old age home
at that age.
My experiences were more positive. I guess because I was
so concerned about the job
itself, how to do it - it was
my first job
- and I never connected with the fact
they were old until I was helping one to his feet
he was shaky like my grandpa
and had the same face and build
. It blew my
, but by that time I was used to being around oldies.
One day I was going for the elevator and it was almost
full. A very confused old guy got on and the door
shut. Immediately after, an orderly came by and saw me
standing there, so he pushed the elevator button to
be helpful. The elevator hadn't moved yet, but the old
guy got off, saw me, and his jaw dropped. "How did you
get here?" he asked. I had a hard time convincing him
to get back on.
In the winter time, the cook used to fill up a cooler
(the kind with a tap)
with orange juice so the oldies could come have a drink
whenever they wanted, and so get more Vitamin C. The same
guy who pushed the elevator button wasn't paying attention
when he had to fill it up, and he filled it with Clam
Juice. Whew! You should have seen the faces when they
One woman was convinced that I was her daughter-in-law
and she was always so surprised and happy to see me.
This was the same place that I made a foray into the