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Washers and dryers hum in a constant, repetitive, mechanical motion in the background. The sound of a few good clothes getting some well-needed maintenance. In Haitian Creole, the overnight CNA expresses a few concerns to someone on the phone. Not long ago, she asked me to return a bottle of body wash to the men's bathroom. Apparently, this is a communal bottle, and had not been gifted to me for personal use. "Not a problem," I think to myself. It makes my life a little bit easier, not having to worry about bringing it to and from the bathroom every time. Luckily, I'm not surrounded by 'shower fiends' so that bottle should last us a while. Sometimes I wish I took more showers. Monday through Wednesday are when I only take one. Thursday through Sunday, I take two a day. For some reason, this became a thing when a certain CNA 'joined the gang' back in July (or was it late June? I'm a bit foggy on it now). I can't help but chuckle, reflecting on an event that happened yesterday. He knocked on my door to which I responded with a humble "hello?" He responded with another 'hello,' and for some reason he hesitated to explain the purpose of his being there initially. Usually, when you talk to someone they should tell you right away why they are there. To be honest, I've never felt comfortable with him and I still don't. Having recently spoken to Evelyn, she explained that sometimes places like this do end up being short-staffed, and there is not always much that can be done about the situation, but she did tell me to never be hesitant about letting her know if something is wrong, or if I or another client is being mistreated by a staff member. He shows up holding a couple of dusters in his hands. I guess I was supposed to put two and two together, to realize that he was going to dust my room. Quite nice of him to do so this week, because nobody came and did it the week before. He seems surprised when I open the door, and wonders if the doorstop he gave me isn't working. An interesting line of logic as it seems he didn't take into consideration the possibility that I might want my privacy when I am by myself in my room, which I tried to explain to him as simply as possible, realizing from the first time I met him that he is a bit mentally slow, and remembering that English isn't his first language. He seemed understanding enough, yet in his politeness there is a bit of tension. It seems a matter of pride for him, as while most of the CNAs are friendly, others seem to go on power trips, and feel a sense of superiority when they can lord some authority over something or someone, an indication of how powerless they feel in their day-to-day lives. Seldom do CNAs ever stop to consider the possibility that everything, anything, a client deals with could have just as well happened to them. I will have to check that 'Your Two Cents Count' poster again, for a refresher on my rights as a resident. After a moment of conversation, with my Fusion emulator paused on the NHLPA '93 selection screen, I step out of my room for a moment so he can do some dusting, and stand in the bathroom for a moment. Upon leaving, I see the CNA saying something to "MC," the acting weekend manager of whom I spoke earlier, in Creole. The manager then asks me twice to wash my hands, in a stressed, unpleasant tone of voice. There is always some tension when they are there, but I try to take it in stride and use my hobbies as a way to lighten the mood. The most frustrating part of dealing with people like that CNA is that they don't seem to take into consideration that some of the residents are higher-functioning than others. He's polite, but has never treated me with respect. It's the same feeling that a 'gaijin' may get when they are in Japan. It's not applicable across the board, because some natives are friendly, but others look upon foreigners with disdain. From him and "MC," I have never felt truly respected. They seem to see themselves as the ones in charge, and us as being underneath them. All I have ever wanted from the time I moved in is to be treated with respect. God knows I've done my very best to extend them some kindness. Just a moment ago, the morning CNA yelled at a vulnerable older resident. Apparently, she didn't wipe as thoroughly as she could have when she was in the bathroom. It is understandable that the CNA would be concerned about the things that can happen when you don't wipe properly, but it is disconcerting that she would yell at her with such a shrill and amplified tone, when she is well within earshot. Another resident emits a concerned moan in the distance, though I am not sure if it has anything to do with that episode. After some time has passed, the overnight CNA asks a resident, the same one who she yelled at in a fit of disconcerting frustration, about whether she has any garbage that needs to be accounted for. For my part, I have already parted with a bag of sweet popcorn from the Boca Black Box, its contents consumed while we were attending a performance of "13 Jr. the Musical" on July 28, 2024 at 3:00pm. An enjoyable experience, made even more special with the efforts put in by the producers to make it feel more personal and meaningful for the young actors and their parents. Near the end of the show, there was a montage featuring photos taken of the actors during a shoot, sometime this past week or the week before; in fact, they had only fifteen days, from auditions to the performance day, to get ready. Considering the limited amount of time they had, they did absolutely amazing. I am not sure how many of them are going to go on to the major leagues of TV and film, but Kainoah (who played "Brett"), Allie ("Archie"), and Ava ("Lucy") are my top picks. They all have the 'look.' My friend Pat told me just that when I went to the FAU Theater to see "Peter and the Starcatcher" back in June. There was a young woman, Cait, who played the role of the Black Stache with the confidence and vigor of a woman much older and more experienced. She is probably in her late twenties, but has the skill of a veteran in her forties/fifties. It was a great pleasure to write to Cait the same day we attended the show; only a few hours later I received a reply, and still treasure it to this day. Every day, when I step into my closet, the playbill for that performance greets me, hiding in plain sight. I am still holding onto it, as a treasured memento of a play that was beyond thrilling, and holding onto a hope that if I should meet Cait in the future, she may willing to put her signature on it. Apparently, a performance of "Xanadu" at that same theater this past Saturday, which I did not attend as I had chosen to go out with Evelyn and a couple of friends for lunch, was superior in at least one person's opinion. Somehow, I don't feel like I missed that much, but I will gladly take their word for it. If it's a choice between Zinger Nachos and a two-hour trip back to the late 1970s I'll take the Zinger Nachos every time. Sorry to all the disco rink aficionados out there. Another housemate releases some shrieks of excitement. Recently, I caught a glimpse of his computer screen and saw that he was watching a two-hour compilation of "Monsterpiece Theater," an old segment from Sesame Street featuring the famous Cookie Monster. The segment ran for over twenty years, with the final installment coming out in 1999. It's nice to see the peak of that series being revisited.