Shirl died on the 31st of July. She died in Miriam House. She died in the bed in the front bedroom.
She didn’t die in a hospital, she didn’t die at her home or her son’s home, she died here. Because no one was going to spend 10c on a hospital, and no one wanted her in their home.
They’d stopped treatment, waste of money.
Between the two nurses and Pig Thing, Shirl got to deteriorate and die.
Her stuff is still in the Front House. Her son hasn’t gotten around to moving it.
They have this photograph and this kind of grave marker around a book of condolences that no one is signing. Yup. Right there in the front house.
They’ve been interviewing people for the job.
Pig Thing, who began arriving at 10:30 when Shirl took to her bed, now wanders in closer to 11:00. She leaves before her ‘quitting time’, which is 4:30. I put quitting time in quotes because Pig Thing does absolutely nothing at all.
Instead of her once a week quick wipe of the bathrooms and kitchens, she moved it to once a month. No one there to give her instructions, no reason to work.
Pig thing did do her once a year cleaning the windows, and once a year taking down spider webs.
She cleaned up two rooms because there will be more ‘prisoners’ at the home. More people for Pig Thing to rob.
The ‘Board’ decided to move all the trash from the yard. Pig Thing recommended a truck and some chaps. They backed in well, but didn’t leave with that expertise. The electronic gate is now damaged, so that doesn’t work any more.
If one had cursed the Jewish Community of KaKa, it would be the logical reason why so many really bad decisions, really bad ideas are mooted and accepted.
Last year, there was the ‘painting’ of water paint over oil, which began chipping in two months. A painting of a premises which didn’t need painting, but filled Mollusk’s pockets. Painting and electrical work which was done so badly it will have to be redone.
Last year, the firing of the Hippo, the hiring of Shirl proved to be an exceptionally bad idea. Shirl worked one month, lay a bed for the next seven, getting her salary, her light and water and gas paid for.
And dying in the premises.
The electronic gate was a bad idea on the best day, and now, has to be repaired. The Board will refuse to pay the truckers and demand they pay to fix the gate. As they know where Pig Thing lives, maybe they’ll solve that problem.
I’ve pretty much had enough of these people, this place, everything to do with them and their mock Judaism, their pretension and stupidity.