And I thought my last boss was easy! This is Mom. The one I'm "employed" by......the one I am now caring for. She looks kind of grumpy, but she's really not....she's just concentrating on "Wheel of Fortune". She never misses it.....or "Jeopardy" either. Every night, it's dinner, then "Wheel of Fortune" and "Jeopardy". I've only been at this caregiving thing for a couple of weeks now, and I'm about to go MAD! Mad I tell you. But I found a little help......
No, I'm not a drunken caregiver.......but a glass of wine now and then never hurt anyone, right? See, here's the deal.
I'm a pastry chef that is used to deadlines and pumping the product out.......move move move.....time to lean time to clean......that sort of stuff. On my feet all day......die on the couch when I get home....etc etc etc. Life was moving at 78 rpm (for you young'uns, that means 78 revolutions per minute, which was the speed of very old record albums), and now I'm at 33 1/3........actually less. I'm like the bionic man, who, when he was shown using his bionics, he ran verrrrry slowly with the accompanying sound effect....ch ch ch ch ch (or was that when he was jumping off buildings?) Ok, I've got to stop dating myself. Kids today are like, "record albums? 33 1/3? Bionic man? Huh?"
Anyway.
This caregiving thing isn't about deadlines or moving my fat butt around the kitchen as fast as I can go to "git 'er done". It's about patience, sacrifice, putting another person's needs over yours.........something similar to what Moms do everyday, except I've never been a "mom" until now. Now I'm my Mom's mom. Did I say anything about patience? Yeah, well lucky me, I have it. For instance, the other day my mom decided to go through her rolodex and reminisce about every person in it, from A-Z. She'd say "Oh remember Herb and Irene?" I'd say "yes", then she'd say, "they're dead now". And so I got the current update of who of our friends and relatives were still alive or dead. I can't TELL you how much fun that was. My eyes were glazed over and I hadn't even had my glass of wine yet.
Mom doesn't want to move into a retirement village or assisted living or any of that. She wants to stay home. I'm doing what I can to keep her at home without wiping out her finances, which is why I'm her primary careperson. Daughters work cheap......well, at least I do. Plus I manage her financial affairs, which is something a hired caregiver cannot do. She is too confused to manage her finances anymore, so I do that and pay myself a small fee.
Mom has Crohn's Disease, and Myasthenia Gravis, both are which autoimmune disorders. They tend to make her somewhat homebound, and she's gotten to the point where she is uncomfortable driving. So she doesn't get out of the house unless I take her out and she enjoys that a lot. It's just that there are limited places to go. It can't involve a lot of walking, and a restroom must always be nearby or within a short distance. This presents me with many challenges.
Especially since Mom doesn't show much interest in anything in particular. No hobbies, crafts, or anything like that. A lot of the day goes by where she just prefers to sit in front of the TV. I have this feeling that I need to keep her company, or entertain her and so I'm watching a lot of tube with her. TV is fine, but not THAT MUCH. I need stuff to do so I search for recipes and I cook a lot. At least my chef skills are still in fine tune.
I'm still in touch with Jewlz from the bakery, and she gives me the scoop as to what's going on. I can't help but obsess about that place since I was the starting chef for the cafes......it's like it's my "baby", and I've had to give my "baby" up.
How's my "baby" doing?
Seems that we didn't find a suitable replacement for me until the DAY BEFORE I had to leave, but we found one, which is what was important to me because I didn't want to leave Jewlz in the weeds with no help. Lizzie did a great job, but we only got her for two days and she left her key on the third saying her husband got an opportunity on Orcas Island that they couldn't pass up. And just like that she was gone. So it was just down to Jewlz and our assistant whom I shall not name. We'd had her since December and was a great help to us; getting a lot of the grunt work done and such. But there were personality problems between her and Jewlz, which to this day I (and Jewlz) could not figure out. She didn't seem to have much of a problem with me........but for some reason she wanted to blame Jewlz for all her dissatisfaction there. Not a week went by that I was gone, and our assistant left her key saying she "didn't feel welcome" and that the volume of work that had to get done is not what she expected. Oh, that's nice. It's too much work so just leave Jewlz by herself....she'll magically get it done. Nice move. And this leads me to my pet peeve.........
I'm a pastry chef that is used to deadlines and pumping the product out.......move move move.....time to lean time to clean......that sort of stuff. On my feet all day......die on the couch when I get home....etc etc etc. Life was moving at 78 rpm (for you young'uns, that means 78 revolutions per minute, which was the speed of very old record albums), and now I'm at 33 1/3........actually less. I'm like the bionic man, who, when he was shown using his bionics, he ran verrrrry slowly with the accompanying sound effect....ch ch ch ch ch (or was that when he was jumping off buildings?) Ok, I've got to stop dating myself. Kids today are like, "record albums? 33 1/3? Bionic man? Huh?"
Anyway.
This caregiving thing isn't about deadlines or moving my fat butt around the kitchen as fast as I can go to "git 'er done". It's about patience, sacrifice, putting another person's needs over yours.........something similar to what Moms do everyday, except I've never been a "mom" until now. Now I'm my Mom's mom. Did I say anything about patience? Yeah, well lucky me, I have it. For instance, the other day my mom decided to go through her rolodex and reminisce about every person in it, from A-Z. She'd say "Oh remember Herb and Irene?" I'd say "yes", then she'd say, "they're dead now". And so I got the current update of who of our friends and relatives were still alive or dead. I can't TELL you how much fun that was. My eyes were glazed over and I hadn't even had my glass of wine yet.
Mom doesn't want to move into a retirement village or assisted living or any of that. She wants to stay home. I'm doing what I can to keep her at home without wiping out her finances, which is why I'm her primary careperson. Daughters work cheap......well, at least I do. Plus I manage her financial affairs, which is something a hired caregiver cannot do. She is too confused to manage her finances anymore, so I do that and pay myself a small fee.
Mom has Crohn's Disease, and Myasthenia Gravis, both are which autoimmune disorders. They tend to make her somewhat homebound, and she's gotten to the point where she is uncomfortable driving. So she doesn't get out of the house unless I take her out and she enjoys that a lot. It's just that there are limited places to go. It can't involve a lot of walking, and a restroom must always be nearby or within a short distance. This presents me with many challenges.
Especially since Mom doesn't show much interest in anything in particular. No hobbies, crafts, or anything like that. A lot of the day goes by where she just prefers to sit in front of the TV. I have this feeling that I need to keep her company, or entertain her and so I'm watching a lot of tube with her. TV is fine, but not THAT MUCH. I need stuff to do so I search for recipes and I cook a lot. At least my chef skills are still in fine tune.
I'm still in touch with Jewlz from the bakery, and she gives me the scoop as to what's going on. I can't help but obsess about that place since I was the starting chef for the cafes......it's like it's my "baby", and I've had to give my "baby" up.
How's my "baby" doing?
Seems that we didn't find a suitable replacement for me until the DAY BEFORE I had to leave, but we found one, which is what was important to me because I didn't want to leave Jewlz in the weeds with no help. Lizzie did a great job, but we only got her for two days and she left her key on the third saying her husband got an opportunity on Orcas Island that they couldn't pass up. And just like that she was gone. So it was just down to Jewlz and our assistant whom I shall not name. We'd had her since December and was a great help to us; getting a lot of the grunt work done and such. But there were personality problems between her and Jewlz, which to this day I (and Jewlz) could not figure out. She didn't seem to have much of a problem with me........but for some reason she wanted to blame Jewlz for all her dissatisfaction there. Not a week went by that I was gone, and our assistant left her key saying she "didn't feel welcome" and that the volume of work that had to get done is not what she expected. Oh, that's nice. It's too much work so just leave Jewlz by herself....she'll magically get it done. Nice move. And this leads me to my pet peeve.........
What the hell happened to the courtesy of two weeks notice?
No one who has been through my kitchen here in this town has given notice. Not ONE. They just quit on the spot. I'm not a mean boss; in fact I'm one of the easiest people to get along with, and I always end up with flaky people who don't have the courtesy, the COURTESY of giving notice. News flash people: quitting like that doesn't help your references on your lying flaky resumes! Oh yeah, please don't use me or Jewlz as references, 'cause I won't have anything good to say about y'all.
What is is about this town?
This seems to be one of the biggest problems here in the Port Townsend area......getting good, RELIABLE help. In Seattle I never had problems like that like I do here. There's practically no competition for the job we are trying to hire for, and I've gone from interview questions like, "Are you familiar with pate choux?" to "will you just show the f*ck up every day?" That would be nice. Show up and do your work......ok you're qualified. Sigh.
An alternative newspaper we used to have here called "Vigilance" had an article on the so called "Port Townsend Flake Factor". I found it amusing then, since I had just moved here, but now that I've been here a few years, I can attest to the validity of the "Factor". I hate the "Factor!" I personally will never succumb to the "Factor".....I may live here, but I'll never be one of "THEM".......
On a brighter note, while shopping with Mom at Bartell Drugs the other day, I spotted THIS!!!!
An alternative newspaper we used to have here called "Vigilance" had an article on the so called "Port Townsend Flake Factor". I found it amusing then, since I had just moved here, but now that I've been here a few years, I can attest to the validity of the "Factor". I hate the "Factor!" I personally will never succumb to the "Factor".....I may live here, but I'll never be one of "THEM".......
On a brighter note, while shopping with Mom at Bartell Drugs the other day, I spotted THIS!!!!
The original Star Trek Pez collection for only $16.99!
Pretty cool, huh? Did I buy it? No. I had to restrain myself strongly. I wanted it, but I have to watch my spending. It would also leave me with a dilemma.........no serious collector would buy it and open the package....they would leave it intact and perfect and wrap it up to keep it pristine and original. As a collector I realize that, but as a PEZ fanatic, I simply wouldn't be satisfied if I couldn't eat a PEZ out of Mr. Spock's chest. It's best I didn't buy it because my collector's knowledge would clash with my strange urge to eat PEZ out of an original Star Trek dispenser. I might implode. So I made the best decision by not buying the PEZ.
Ack. Look at this blog deteriorate! From pastry, to caregiving to freaking PEZ. Well, dear readers, at least I'm still blogging!
Ack. Look at this blog deteriorate! From pastry, to caregiving to freaking PEZ. Well, dear readers, at least I'm still blogging!
yikes! Sorry to hear about the lack of help at the bakery. I've been to the area, and loved it, but my life in in NYC, or I'd come see Jewel about work. I'm a disillusioned pastry chef in the big city, who has returned to the corporate world for the better hours, better pay (really, how could it get worse)... but wanted to share that when I was offered my 1st job in a restaurant, the chef asked for a whole, whopping 6-week commitment. That's the commitment level of a restaurant cook in NYC.... and it is not unexpected to just not show up for work for a day or two after a bender. It was the hardest adjustment for me to make.
Posted by: Jojo | 04/06/2009 at 08:34 AM
6 weeks, huh? Man, I want at least a year out my employees.....maybe I'm dreaming? The thing that gets me is that people seem eager for a job around here and say great things about themselves on their resumes, but then when it comes to actually showing up every day and doing (god forbid) work, then they just melt down. Is it the area I live in or is it the generation of people that seem to have this sense of entitlement that are everywhere?
Posted by: Annie | 04/06/2009 at 10:46 AM