Dear Diary,
It's not your fault and you probably care about as much as when a sack of rice falls over in China. Or even less. The way a Bayern game captivates me, maybe? I'm just not interested in football. It doesn't matter, we'll have to go through it together.
What is it? Am I somehow magically attracted to it? You'd think I had "What's mine is yours" written on my forehead. Of course, I told everyone, sure, you can make yourself a coffee. Coffee is important. I also have no problem with a Coke, a juice or a Red Bull. I want everyone who works for me to feel comfortable here. And already we have a sticking point. Working for me somehow implies that I don't have to wait half an hour or more to be stocked. And I never said something like "Sure, have that €200 bottle of Scotch with ice and Coke to go with your shift.
Coke, good keyword. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop with my drinks. Since I was allowed to pay so much money to my nursing service, I haven't ordered a Coke anymore. I haven't ordered anything else either, because I've asked them so many times to let me know when I'm running low. But even that didn't work. Then when my girlfriend, family and friends came to visit, there was notoriously nothing left to drink that was fun. So what reason would I have to stress myself out about?
And so it is now my guests bring their own drinks. My sister was recently visiting from Spain. Had to take care of her own drinks. At Easter, my parents were here. I think they even brought their own tea bags and beer. And friends of mine have started to separate and label the food they bring, as you can see on the cover picture.
What can I say? Even that wasn't enough to stop isolated caregivers from helping themselves.
Just too crass, isn't it?
