OK!! By now most of you have dedeuced that I was quite peeved yesterday. I was. I still am. But oh well, such is my life. I don't feel like griping about it anymore (because #1 - I'm being monitored - eh?? LOL and #2 - I'd probably delete it again because I would just let it all hang out and decide I need to reel it back in) But enough about yesterday! I had so much fun sharing my strange/weird story about the nursing home, I thought I'd flop another one to you. By the way - nursing homes are GREAT places to work if you like dealing with elderly people, which I do. But I think most nursing homes are haunted, or at least the one I worked at was... don't believe me? Read on:

After working at the nursing home in the business office for about a year, the administrators decided to make a physical therapy room out of our office (we were also a skilled nursing facility, or SNF - that's "sniff" in hospital lingo) Seeing how the patient census was low - they decided to transform one of the patient wings into the business offices. I was really excited about this, because the offices would be located in the old patient rooms. I would have my own office WITH a private bathroom! Woohoo!!

All was well until I was working late one night. I was the only one down in the unit and I was trying to hurry and get out of there, when I heard it.... *BONG.....BONG.....BONG....BONG* What the hell?? So I got up and went out to the old nurses station. *BONG BONG BONG* I couldn't figure it out. It wasn't really loud, but it was persistant. Then I knew; It was a patient call. You know - you're in the hospital and push a button for the nurse?? It was that! But who pushed the button??!! I wandered into the room that was being used as storage and looked in. The nurse response button on the wall was lit up so I jabbed it and canceled the signal. "Must be a short" I thought and hurried back to my office to finish up. *BONG BONG BONG* Dammit!! It started up again! I ran across the unit, canceled the signal again and left for the night. First thing next morning, I grabbed one of the maintenance guys and asked him to fix the signal. He came in around closing time and started working on it. I was working late again and looked up when he came into my office.
"You say the call signal was lit up?" he asked. "Yeah-" I said, "it was lit and ringing." "Impossible. The system is disconnected."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said... it's disconnected, there's no power source." and right on cue - the call signal sounded. I was soooooo relieved. A witness!!! The maintenance guy however, was anything but relieved. His eyes were huge. "What the ffffff" he mumbled and started back to the room. I jokingly called to the guy that it was probably the ghost of a deceased patient. "Shut up!" he yelled and poked his head in the room. Came back out and looked at the light. Still lit. He checked the system again to confirm it was disabled, then called the other maintenance guy on his radio. "Hey! Gerry!" he yelled "Yeah?!" answered Gerry "Hey - didn't we disable the call system in the business unit?" "Yeah," answered Gerry "We had to cannibalize it to fix the other system until a replacement arrives" "Yeah?, " challenged the other "Well it's signaling" "Can't be" "It is". "You fuckin with me?" "No - God's truth - come here"

I'm listening to this whole exchange and thinking I would be silly - I went to the patient room that was signaling and stood in the middle of it. I said: "OK! I'm here, what can I get for you Mr. Ghost Patient!?" and just like that, the signal stopped.

Flash forward to this scene... me and the maintenance guy barreling out of the unit and over to the 'populated' part of the home.

And I never worked alone again.