Last month at the resthome, this local hospice company showed up with ice cream for the staff, and we all went outside and picked our pick of an ice cream sandwich or like a hard chocolate-covered vanilla ice cream bar on a stick.
"Who are these people?", my one (cool) (Muslim) coworker from Ethiopia asked me later, as we were sitting around eating our ice cream.
So, I explained to her that they were from an independent hospice agency that people can hire for end-of-life care and that the government pays for, and though that isn't done through the resthome, they want to make sure that their business is known to us and always at the front of our minds.
"Smart," she was like.
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