Here I am sitting at my keyboard again, when I should be having dinner. Let me explain a little more.
Some of you know that I have Aspie traits that make social situations uncomfortable. For that reason, I usually go to dinner here in my retirement community during the last fifteen minutes of the meal hour. I go down then because it there is usually a table or two free. Since they quit the cafe service in March, I am back to using well less than half of the $350 meal allocation. It seems that about half the time I go down to eat there is no table available, or it is still filled with the dirty dishes of the last sitting. I am just tired of looking at someone else’s leftovers and spills on the table waiting for it to be cleaned and my order taken.
They have a sign as shown above about limiting the available tables due to a staff shortage. That is beginning to wear thin on me. I am just tired of excuses that prevent me from getting things that I have paid for! I have voiced my complaints but nothing seems to be done. I know I am an unusual person in my community. Probably a minority of one, so I kind of understand, but that doesn’t make it any less irritating to miss a meal.
I should probably wait awhile, but I am going to put this post out tomorrow (which is today for you). My end years just seem to be filled with restrictions of one form or another. We are entering year three of Covid, and I am just hanging on that I will be able to take my trip in about three weeks. I have pretty much decided to take it regardless of the next version of Covid. If I get sick, so be it. It is better than sitting here languishing in my apartment. I am tired of waiting for an end of these stresses to come. They that might not come before my end comes.
I am just tired of all the excuses….