Tumult

Everything here is sort of in a tumult tonight. There is a new resident in a wheelchair with some sort of complicated oxygen apparatus, and they’ve pushed her into the lobby and just left her alone there, and the receptionist isn’t staying with her or helping her, but is running around complaining to everyone she can find how that woman should not have been left alone. There are two medical professionals of some sort down on the Terrace level telling off some of the staff. They’ve rearranged the dining room tables so that they can shove more people in rather than provide another seating, which is what they desperately need to do. I saw one of the nice and sensible caretakers in the hall and said, “How are you?” and she said, “Horrible. “Everything is horrible.” Now I hear all the caretakers yelling at each other in the hall.