I love my job

I'm going to miss my job. Not necessarily my job, but my place of employment. I have said SO MANY TIMES that we could write a book with the amount of hilarious things we hear. When people get to the age where they move into a retirement community, many of them truly don't care what they say. I wish I would have started writing things down from the beginning because I always forget the good ones. Today's gem: Resident asked the Executive Director if he could grow marijuana in his apartment.

Seems Mr. B. has been in a lot of pain lately.