May 6, 20009

It is breakfast time, the kitties are telling me so, so I ll have to go feed them, but i shall return.  I'm back.

In the past, I have written small poems.  I won't bother recounting them, my longest was about a guy named Paul Carl,a guy with two first names.  Oh what he heck;

Paul Carl had a disease which made him cough and sneeze.   The doctors said it was all in his head and sent him home to bed.

Despite what was said, the disease spread from his head down to about his knees.  " Such a disease, we've never seen cried one doc after another.  All agreed except one who decreed,"This is not what it seems.  Of this I am convinced he is dense hence the cure is  through Psychiatry.  We'll make him think he is a lover, and then, he will recover." 

I wrote one to Roy.       " When Roy was three, he knew exaclty what he wanted to be, a cartendar beyond compare.  Oh, the stanzas got worse.

Love pangs can bring out the poet in me.  I must admit, I am a hack, but what the heck.

Who would of tought that just thirty years ago that the "good ole days would be over.  At Providence Hospital,where I once worked, there was a crew of about thirty people.  I worked as the Groundskeeper.  A thankless job until I got a new boss.  Larry Shindler was a farmer at heart, and he eleveated the Yard Man to a higher position than it ever had been.

Oh, we were underpaid.  We were held down, as were all the departments of the hospital.  When

I started, it 

was the Nurses who protested for more money.  I am sure they were woefully underpaid.  Everyone was told,"Don't tell what you make."  When I discovered that I made more than the printer, and told him so, he blew his top.  But down in maintenance, as it was then called, no one spoke of what they made.  That would come later...

This war was resolved rather nicely by Administrators.  They piecemealed out the departments; Nursing was owned by such and such company, and housekeeping, the same, and they cut maintenance, now called Plant Operations, was only attached to the hospital .  This freed Administration.  I don't know if they cut any administrators.  I doubt it.  But now, and this is some time later, all the pesky business of wage and all went by, by.  Of course, this did not help the worker any more than the last system.  My lawn mowing job was hired out.  Now they did not have to hear of my complaints.  But, I left before all of this  occurred.  There are still a few people who still work for the new regeime, and they seem to take pride that they had lasted so long.

Well, thank God, those days are over.....