I try to watch what I write about my job because of Hippa and all that crap but I do talk in general about what I do.
This past week was moving week for my home. The house we were staying at was getting more and more run down so a new house was found for my ladies. I work with all women, that means staff and residents. As far as pure body strength I am the strongest. Not a good sign for a move.
So silly me I thought after as many years I have been in the company and the number of people I have helped out SOMEBODY would answer my call for help. Guess what? Not one person offered to help. The move of the big heavy stuff was done by my husband, the manager and I. Three days. Three days my big ass hauled beds and couches. Three days for not a cent of pay and even borrowed a friends truck and trailer.
Some people I worked with offered excuses why they couldn’t help. Others were straight forward and said if they weren’t getting paid there was no way in hell they were doing it.
I find myself truly disappointed with those that couldn’t take a couple of hours out of one day to help three wonderful ladies move. Or even more selfishly, sad that all those that I have loved and helped couldn’t be bothered to help me. It hurts to know that I have only myself to count on at my job. I hear all the time people have my back, but when? When it doesn’t involve heavy lifting and snow?
But by Friday afternoon all the big furniture was in and placed where it needed to go. That was the Ladies first night in their new home. I am proud of myself and of my husband for not being the selfish ones.
Not only do I feel emotionally a little beaten down I have bruises where I shouldn’t have bruises and my bad knee is the size of grapefruit. But I roll with it.
People say to me well in the future now you know. Sure I know. But when asked I will not say no and not because of those that I call friends asking, but because when the consumers need help they should get it. Whether it means for pay or love, it just the right thing.
There is a saying among the oldsters in life that says that for the good things you do you will get stars in your crown. My child you should have so many stars in your crown that you can hardly hold up your head. Someday someone will know about your heart–how big it is–how much you care about others and then your well deserved rewards will come to you.