Great resthome coworkers.

It never ceases to amaze me how nice so many of my resthome coworkers are.

Like one day I had a very hard shift since like two people needed a lot of assistance and were very confused, so the next time that I worked, I saw that I had them both on my list, and so I told the supervisor that if that night was anything like the last time that I worked, that I'd need some help.

The supervisor was my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor, and she was like "No problem, just call and I'll come help, we should all help each other."

Isn't that nice?

And she meant it.

Addendum.

Ever notice how the word "coincidence" is like two things occurring at once, like "co-" "incidents"?

Coronavirus coincidence.

At the request of my one client with disabilities's (lesbian) sister, I dug out a handkerchief and used a ponytail tie in back as a facemask to use around my client's apartment.

And, the ponytail tie was a bright neon green.

Then, like a few days later when I was at my one resthome job, I was paused at someone's door to knock, and there was an activities folder strung up there, and I as I was knocking on the door and staring at it, I realized that the string holding the folder up was also that same bright neon green color, and it was like exactly the same thickness as the ponytail tie.

Coronavirus issue, at first.

My left hand on the back of my hand and part of the wrist got all red from all of the handwashing I was doing, though I saw a tweet on Twitter from a doctor who said to use Vaseline on your hands if they got like that, and so I did, and then they finally got back to normal after like a week of that.

More coronavirus banter.

During all of this coronavirus-required social distancing, my one line in Spanish with my couple of (female) (Mexican) coworkers at the resthome is, "Soy un hombre tipico, necesito distancia," said with a very anguished but macho persona, almost as if I'm looking agonized and running my hands through my hair ('I'm a typical man, I need distance').

When I told her that, my one (Mexican) coworker who works in the kitchen threw her hands in the air, waved them around, and did a U-turn in the other direction, as she smiled facetiously and was like, "Okay, no problema!".

When I told this to my other (Mexican) coworker, she got a chuckle out of it, and then she was like, "But you're not typical."

Coronavirus banter.

I always joke about "six feet!" of social distancing with my one (Mexican) coworker at the resthome.

The other night, we rounded a corner and passed within like a foot of each other.

"Six feet!", she was like.

"Vas a matarme," I was like ('You are going to kill me').

"One of these days," she was like, with a joking tone of voice like she was considering offing me.

Coronavirus brokenness (3 of 3): Beer bottle.

The other week I was going into work on the subway, and there was part of a brown beer bottle rolling around one end of the subway car.

The neck had broken off into pieces and there were small bits of it here and there, but the label must have held the rest of the bottle together, since it was all of one piece, and rolling around the one end of the subway car.