I survived Thanksgiving. Things actually went off without too much of a hitch, which I am thankful for. I think the biggest speed bump was learning that one of our male guests does not wear underwear. Then, to make matters worse, I got to experience that he was indeed telling the truth when his pants fell down. Thankfully, I only caught the tail end (haha...both literally and figuratively) and wasn't exposed to nearly as much as everyone else. I still shudder at the thought.
Things have been good for me the past couple of weeks in the work area. It's been pretty quiet around the House due to everyone getting paid. Checks on the first, live the high life for a couple of weeks, then back to the shelters. It's a sad truth for many. On the plus side, donations have been coming in like crazy and it's awesome to actually be able to have/distribute all of the things we're asked for daily. Also, I'm really excited to spend Christmas at the shelter...it's going to be great. One of the Jesuit Volunteers, Megeen, and I decorated Nativity House this week and it's cool to see the place actually look more festive and less like a jail.
On the health side of things, I've been better. After my pink-eye cleared, I developed a weird rash on my hands. Anyways, I had an allergy to latex/maybe oranges as well as overly dry skin/something else. To make a long story short, it sucked. My hands were bumpy, red, itchy, etc. Thankfully, that's mostly cleared up, but not without some new fun nicknames. I now answer to Cootie Woman and Murphy's Law ("Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong). Whatever.
Oh, and the highlight/low point of my week thus far was when this old drunk man named Don snuck up behind me yesterday and kissed me on the neck. It was really gross to be nuzzled by this old gross man. I told him that was not okay, but he's also got mental issues....he also calls me MaryAnn (maybe a Gilligan's Island reference?) Either way, I had nasty old man spit on my neck all day. Gross
Until next time.
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