Something

Every job that I have ever had, there has always been "something". When I was 16 years old and working at Southtown/Citgo, that "something" was cleaning the gross gas station bathrooms. When I was 21, that "something" was changing dirty diapers at the preschool. Now that I am 26, I have another "something" at my job at the old folks home, and that something is "BINGO". Bingo at my workplace is a right of passage. To the residents it is as important as food, or sleeping. I spent 2 1/2 hours today, listening to old women complain about everything Bingo. These women WANT to play it 7 days a week, so I better start drinking tea everyday because from the looks of it, I am going to be calling B..10, G..50 for a LONG time.

Sorry for the rant. It's the Christianson in me. Can't wait for Mom and Dad to visit!