Like a month or two ago at the resthome, some of my coworkers weren't eating their staff meals and so had abandoned them and ceded them to me and left, and then desserts got delivered afterwards and it was mostly chocolate ice cream and one little glass bowl of canned pears, and so when the ice cream was just sitting out, I asked my couple (Tibetan) coworkers who were sitting there if they wanted some more ice cream to eat after they had finished the bowls of ice cream that they were eating and they didn't, and so I went and I ate the last 2 extra bowls.
And then, my one (Filipino) coworker shows up because he had heard there was ice cream, and I had just finished eating it.
"There's some pears," I was like, gesturing to the little glass bowl of canned pears.
And, I made a silent resolution that if this ever happens again, I'll call my other coworkers to let them know that dessert is delivered.
A little bit later, I was escorting the one resident who's super chill home after the meal, and all of a sudden she was like, "Those peas are lonely," and I was like, "What?", and then she repeated herself, and then I realized that by the foot of the dish-clearing cart by the foot of her walker as it was standing there there was just these two little lone peas just sitting out there on the floor tiles.
Much later, right before leaving work when we were all changed and in our street clothes, my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor emerged from the stairwell that goes to our staff area, and her anti-Covid mask was black and had a fist on it and "FREE TIBET" on it like in an anarchist spraypaint letter template font.
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