wild adventures at the home
I work in an elderly assistant living facility, A.K.A a home. My official title is the assistant manager, but what I really do is go around to the residents and make sure they are happy and have everything they need. The job is pretty easy, every day I go from room to room asking the residents if they need anything, I listen to complaints, and I fill out paperwork for the rest of the day. One-day things started to move out of the ordinary. I went to Ms. Gladstone’s room like always to see if she needed anything. I knocked on her door and asked her if I could come in, but there was no answer. I knocked again and put my ear to the door to see if she was there or not. I …