Chronicling the Goings On . . .
. . . at Sunrise of Gilbert, Arizona, could get exceedingly interesting — and perhaps depressing — over the next few weeks and months.
Sunday and today there was no one from management in the entire facility.
Executive Director Alberto Golia is helping out at another Sunrise facility in California for the next two of months when he’s really needed to help here. His 2IC Logan Watts was off. Mary, who held this place together for the past four-plus years left a week ago and there is no replacement on the horizon. There wasn’t a decision-maker anywhere on the property.
And the desks in the hallway adjoining the entry lobby are barren of placards reminding everyone of upcoming activities and events because no one is printing them out . There is a note saying the Sat morning shopping trips are suspended until????? because Bo, our backup bus driver has quit. Annette, Jason’s all round maintenance/problem-solver backup has quit because of Sunrise’s COVID-19 regs but and has been retained to fill in part time on the front desk.
And this is just the first six days since Mary left.
Got Through . . .
. . . biggest yard/garage sale of my life over the past two days.
Raised more than $500 from “donations” for stuff sold that will enrich the Sunrise of Gilbert employees’ fund. They’ll have a big Christmas party.
But there should have been more bucks flow in because there was a mountain of goods sold and much of it was quality goods — much better than any yard / garage sale I’ve been to. High ticket items ranged from golf clubs to wall hutches to music keyboard to silk scarves to filing drawers to floor lamps to etcetcetcetc.
But I was busy and had fun and will sleep good tonight.
When You’re Told . . .
. . . to put two and two together,
you’d better ask
if they want you to come up
with 4 or 22.
I’ve Never Received an Adequate Answer . . .
. . . whenever I hear
that some people are such a lovely couple,
and I have to ask, “A couple of what?”
Learning the Ropes Early . . .
. . . as a young reporter
helped me throughout my newspaper career,
because I was never, ever tied down.
He Who Laughs . . .
. . . has finally figured out
that this big world all around us
is just God’s little joke.
Just J . . .
. . . is the name of a fellow living here.
J — just J.
He gets confused with a fellow who happens to live across the hall who’s name is Jay.
J said his mother figured their last name was long enough so she gave him a short first name.
Which made us think of other letters that sound like a name . . .
like K and B and D.
And how about the name that’s hidden in the alphabet — q r STU v w.
A Sure-Fire Way . . .
. . . to make money
the next time you go
to Las Vegas.
GET A JOB.
No One Admitted to Being Fired . . .
. . . during a recent “Flashbacks” session I honcho twice a week to dredge up long-ago personal memories.
I recounted a couple of firings that boosted my career rather than turning it to ashes
and then reminded the group that
Walt Disney was fired by the Kansas City Star when he was a young man
because he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.”
Mature Life Features 