And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
(Source: dinhtheresa, via thehipsterkids)
Today a resident at work handed me an envelope
told me to wait until I was home to open it
and that it was our little secret
He then winked and rode away in his electric motor chair.
His wife recently died a couple weeks ago and my guess was that it was a letter of some sort from her…
It was a check for five hundred dollars for graduation
five
hundred
dollars
and really all I could do was cry
because although I despise my job more than most things and I can’t wait to leave
I’ve become really attached to these people
They mean so much to me and having to watch them move or pass away is the hardest part of the job
Now obviously I’m not going to take his money
but I’m just so happy that for the few hours I’m there during the day I’m making some kind of impact on their lives
enough of an impact that I can tell they care about me and my well being
This is just one of those rare occasions that leaving feels like it’s going to be just as hard as staying
