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5 years ago
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I'd like to start off by saying that this is not your time to bitch about your gun rights. There's someone carrying on FA about his inability to find more .22 ammunition and how his gun rights outweigh whatever the hell he thinks happened at Sandy Hook (listen to PBS and stop listening to Alex Jones). You should be worried about your ability to help your fellow man in this time of need instead.
Jesus, I swear.
Demand just kicked Supply's ass here in Las Vegas. I've been told that the Smiths Supermarket stores are closing their doors until they have something to sell again. They literally ran out of everything. I'm asking my brother to get me a bottle of tomato ketchup, but I don't know if there's one left to buy in Nevada.
Here at the rehab, the manager is taking draconian steps to keep us residents safe: office staff have to work from home now. Pharmacy have to stay outside too. Some of the nursing staff aren't being let back in because of their second jobs at other rehabs.
The manager is buying some iPads so bedridden residents can comfortably chat up their friends and family. Everybody is taking meals in their own rooms too. All medical appointments have been pushed back as far as possible.
Our plucky receptionist had a problem with a street rat who stumbled in through the front doors before we buttoned up the place. The bum wanted drinking money and she gave him $5 of her own money to get rid of him. God, I love that cutesy little brown girl (her description, not mine).
I'm doing okay. I'm trying to keep busy and I advocate for other residents when I can. A friend is sending me a book which I'm looking forward to. Thankfully, most of the screamers in my hall were moved to other facilities before the balloon went up.
Well, that's my story so far. What about you guys?
Jesus, I swear.
Demand just kicked Supply's ass here in Las Vegas. I've been told that the Smiths Supermarket stores are closing their doors until they have something to sell again. They literally ran out of everything. I'm asking my brother to get me a bottle of tomato ketchup, but I don't know if there's one left to buy in Nevada.
Here at the rehab, the manager is taking draconian steps to keep us residents safe: office staff have to work from home now. Pharmacy have to stay outside too. Some of the nursing staff aren't being let back in because of their second jobs at other rehabs.
The manager is buying some iPads so bedridden residents can comfortably chat up their friends and family. Everybody is taking meals in their own rooms too. All medical appointments have been pushed back as far as possible.
Our plucky receptionist had a problem with a street rat who stumbled in through the front doors before we buttoned up the place. The bum wanted drinking money and she gave him $5 of her own money to get rid of him. God, I love that cutesy little brown girl (her description, not mine).
I'm doing okay. I'm trying to keep busy and I advocate for other residents when I can. A friend is sending me a book which I'm looking forward to. Thankfully, most of the screamers in my hall were moved to other facilities before the balloon went up.
Well, that's my story so far. What about you guys?
The warehouse loads stuff for general order fullfillment, so there's no public interaction there other than delivering the goods to the loading dock for a customer and letting them load it up.