In typical ham-handed fashion, my pay-check-payer 'required' attendance on a conference call, however provided an insufficient number of spaces, or whatever you call them.
It's about a reorg in which they clearly have no fucking clue what they are doing.
As demonstrated.
To Amy and sarameg, I can only offer a hearty "yikes."
his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question
Best Validation Ever.
I mean, clearly he's emulatable...
2001?!? Good god. Does that make him old enough to have graduated high school? Kids these days. :)
It is SNOWING in Seattle. Mind you it's not sticking, but STILL. WTF. We hardly get snow, why is it doing it in late March??
Yikes doesn't even cover it.
Not that it matters! I am young at heart! Or something.
Argh. So Dad called at 11PM last night, and basically he can't do this anymore. He can't be Mom's full-time caregiver; for one thing, she really can't walk at all, and must be muscled into the bathroom and to bed by two strong staff-members.
So I'm going over there this afternoon for a meeting to figure out what to do. We might end up separating them, I think...
Oh, Consuela. That's rough.
Consuela, when they moved, was the idea that your dad would still be her full-time caregiver? Or that the staff would take over the difficult, physical things like getting her in the bathroom and into bed?
If it's the latter, is the problem that your dad still thinks that he *should* be doing all that?
That's so hard, Consuela. The mobility decline seems like it was fast -- has she been thoroughly examined to try to figure out what caused it?