I Lost My Job For Helping Someone

i look back now and i laugh. i worked in an assistant living home in the kitchen. i loved it. i ran around helping people all day until we got a new supervisor who though because i was 16 at the time i was just a nuisance and she wasn't shy about letting me know it. i worked really hard and always finished early so i saw no harm in helping this women named Maye who came down to the kitchen, she was a resident. she was scared and crying. All i could get her to say was "i got stung" i took her upstairs to the nurses office and told them and she grabbed my arm and said "thank you". as i walked back to the kitchen i heard that supervisor screaming my name and i ran back to the kitchen and she looked at me and yelled "where have you been??" i told her what happened and she continued to tell me that wasn't my job and i was not to leave the kitchen and not to take the residents anywhere. I took my apron off and told her that "when someone comes crying to me and asking me for help i'm going to help them" she continued and i cut her off and said "i quit!! if your going to treat thees people this way i want nothing to do with it" she didn't say another word and i walked out of the kitchen.
highvoltage27 highvoltage27
26-30, F
7 Responses Jul 15, 2010

That lack of respect for the elderly saddens me. I don't work in any kind of care home situation, but I did work in a family restaurant that had been an institution in the town for at least 50 years. Point being, a lot of elderly people came through and I respected them all. Unfortunately, one of those elderly people was the founder of the restaurant and the owner's father. He sometimes used to come in and sit at the bar for a breakfast of toasted English muffin with jam. One morning I waited on him and he asked for something different. When I went to the prep area and started making it, the owner asked what I was doing and I told him that his father had asked for it. He very rudely told me off and demanded that his father have his "usual" of an English muffin with jam. His father didn't say anything when I brought him his plate but I always wondered what was going on there. I finally left/lost my job when I stood up to the owner for his racism. It was not a very friendly family restaurant, in spite of its popularity with the residents.

Thank you Jennifer. I wish the staff had appreciated how I treated the residents. Some of the other Activity Aides were good with group activities, parties and such, but my forte was "one on one", and when the Administrator shouted, "You are not their COMFORTOR", I wish I'd had the courage to tell her that comfort was high on the priority list and that the residents would thrive more if they'd been given individualized attention...even stroke victims who couldn't talk could benefit by being sung to (which I also did), touched affectionately and talked to.<br />
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I'm a firm believer in preserving the dignity of the elderly as much as possible. I respect them, learn from them and love them, and I have since I was a child. They are someone's mother, sister, brother, spouse and perhaps their loved ones can't (or don't) come visit them, so they NEED that affection. I don't regret a moment of giving to those dear souls.<br />
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nightangel

thank you to everyone who posted on my story. its amazing to know there are still some kind people out there that agree money is not always the bottom line. don't get me wrong i understand your running a business but where do you draw the line. once we start compromising each others well being over the all mighty dollar we've gone to far.<br />
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it's the little things that mean the most and i could tell taking the two minutes to help this scared women meant the world to her

You are FANTASTIC! Ive had so many jobs where I was reprimanded for being myself and treating people properly. There are so many employers that only think about the money or the job. People seem to forget that there are way more important things in life. Helping each other is one of those things. Always be yourself no matter who tries to bring you down. (and there will be alot of people who will try)

I can identify. I used to work as an Activities Aide in a nursing home. Their idea of what to do with the residents was to haul them out of bed and play "baby games" which I thought was an insult to their intelligence. It was things like tossing a beach ball or playing with plastic bowling pins. Many of the residents were physically incapable or just un-interested in the activities the owner wanted us to do. Her philosophy was, (quote) "HAVE A PARTY EVERY DAY" <br />
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As I visited each resident and got to know them, I mentally assesed them, not as a "patient", but as a person. I found out what the individual wanted and needed and tried to meet those needs to the best of my ability. Some liked to just talk; others liked classical music; one liked to play cards and Dominoes, and on and on. I was a Christian, and was kind to all the residents. I was told by mgt. "You're TOO KIND!!" and "You are NOT their COMFORTOR"!! Well, I'm not sorry because when I left each day, if I'd given a smile or a laugh or just some intellectual stimulation, I felt good about myself because I knew I'd done a good job.<br />
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It really hit the fan when the owners Aunt was in there for 2 weeks for respite care after breaking her arm. I had a devotional book and after assessing her by just conversing, I showed her the book an asked her if she'd like to read something out of it or have me read something. She looked it over and said she'd like me to read to her what the Bible says about death. (She'd lost her husband recently) I read it and we talked and I encouraged her, and feeling so good about the visit, I went to the owner and joyfully told her thinking she'd be pleased. NOT!! Fire flew from her eyes and from then on I was insulted and picked on and made to feel I was not good enough.<br />
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I was dreading going to work one day when I got a call from another employer. I was never so glad to get out of there! I loved the residents, but the owners were jerks and did not appreciate what I did give to the residents.

thank you. she was the sweetest old women who was scared an to help her wasn't my job but i worked at an assistant living home. i hope that supervisor doesn't get anyone like her taking care of her in the future.

You couldn't have been gone for more than 5 minutes helping Maye, and I've had co-workers who took bathroom breaks longer than that! It's sad that such a nasty, bitter person as that supervisor was put in charge of caring for people. Good for you, helping out someone even when it was not technically in your job description.