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So many things happening!
The Stainless Steel Amazon moved into a new place...sweet, two bedrooms, ON THE LAKE, BABY, in a ritzy neiborhood with a yard for the Goonybird. All under her own steam. My daughter, the engineer!!!!!!!!!
The Playboy of the Western World has decided to go into assisted living!
Well, ok, you knew that.
He has chosen a place!
We went and checked the place out, and not only is it up to par, it is fucking
POSH AS FUCK.
He is selling his house!
HIS HOUSE APPRAISED FOR 50 THOUSAND MORE THAN WE EXPECTED IT TO.
OH MY GOD.
Everyone is on the bandwagon, all our ducks are in a row, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck-fuck.
I mean, FUCK.

The place the Playboy has chosen is in the center of town in an old luxury hotel. This is a place that he used to party at when it WAS a luxury hotel. Some years ago it was completely renovated and the origional furnishings and fixtures restored where that was reasonable. My God, this place is , hell, it's just amazing.
IT IS SURGICALLY CLEAN.
THERE ARE NO DROOLY PEOPLE IN THE LOBBY.
THERE IS A BALLROOM. I mean on top of everything else that is nice about the place, they have a ballroom with an immense chandelier, a full stage and orchestra pit, scenery flats, giant mirror ball, parquet floors...they hold events there, open to the public, hell.
They have a GOURMET DINING FACILITY.
The studio apartments are half the fricken size of the house I live in. Full of light. Wheelchair and walker adapted. Scrupulously maintained. 24 hr. staff emt. trained.
The one and two bedroom apartments are over the goddamn top!
He gets to keep most of his crap.
HE GETS MAID SERVICE.
HIS VISITORS ARE NOT MONITORED.
I could go on and on.
Thank god the man made such a fantastic investement. He probably had no idea that things would appreciate the way they have and I cannot wait to tell him!!!!
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And now for the not so good news.
The interim facility he is in is a slum. It stinks of piss, the staff are slack and THERE WAS DRIED PISS ON THE MANS FLOOR FOR TWO DAYS.
I have been head of housekeeping in many places, last but not least the motherfucking HILTON HOTEL in Portland. I know when a place is not maintained. I can tell how long things have been sitting and what kind of attention they get when it comes around. This place needs to be reported and I FULLY PLAN ON DOING SO.
Unfortunately, his insurance has placed him here for the duration of his need, so he's stuck there unless the son of a bitchin place gets hit by a meteor.
I went down to the nurses station and got them shaking their tailfeathers, but they took it with ill grace, despite the fact that I bit my tongue and played nice. The last fucking thing I want to hear is a bunch of whining and excuses. Anyone can make a mistake but as soon as the excuses start my radar goes off. Between that and the state of the carpets in the common areas, I already have a pretty accurate picture of what goes on, which aint much. That and the high number of Altzheimers patients tells me that this is a warehouse-oriented facility.

He will NEVER stay there again. I will resort to arms.