Working at the nursing home

One winter in the 1980's I found my self in need of a job. I applied at a nursing home in Branson MO. And was hired for the evening shift as cook. I ask for this job thinking it would not upset me as much as caring for the patients on the floor.
I was wrong they locked all the food in a freezer and laid out what I was to use for each meal. They never gave me enough food to feed 100 people which was the number of patients I had to cook for.
For instant they would have wieners on the menu and they would leave me 94 hot dogs. Now my problem was trying to feed everyone wieners. When I complained they told me to use the left overs from the noon meal. There never was left overs !
Also the patients learned very quickly that the cook was always willing to help them when they needed some chore down. They would knock on the kitchen door for me to zip up clothing which they were unable to manage. They would come tell me when someone had a bowel movement on the floor. I would have to find an aid and tell them to go clean up the mess.
One day this lady named velum refused to go on her out side work assignment, they sent some of the patients on a bus to work in a place where they made small items to sell. They were paid piece work prices for this work and could make some change at this plus they were able to get out of the home for a few hours.
velum always enjoyed this, she was a stroke victim who had difficulty speaking and swallowing and eating. Her food was placed in a blender and ground into soup which she took with her to work .
Like I said velma like to go but one morning she refused to go and I got to work at 12 0'clock the head nurse was waiting for me. Seem Velma had refused to tell anyone what was wrong and refused to eat. She said she wanted to see me.
Ok I went and talked to velma which was like 20 question and took a lot of patients. I finally found what was wrong. They blended velma's lunch and sent it in a vacuum bottle with her on the job. They had been starving velma and would give her only about half of the food she needed to get by on.
I told the head nurse the problem and she assured Velma it would not happen again.
in the spring when I knew I could find work I gave notice that I would be leaving in two weeks. That is the only job I ever gave notice on. I always just quit on the other jobs that I had worked but this time I gave notice because of the patients.
I had a patient who was the mother of the prosecuting attorney for Tanya co. She was senile and had little mind. One of The aid had called my attention to her ring which they said was worth 10 thousands dollars. An aid had to wash this patient hands before she ate because she often had bowel movement on her hands. The last week I was to work the management assigned me the chore of washing her hands after she arrived at the table. Which I did.
I absolutely hated working at that place and come my last day I just could not go to work. So I fell short of my two weeks but that was better than I had ever managed to do before when I quit a job.
The next week I read in the paper that someone had stolen that expensive ring on the last day I was to have worked!
the prosecuting attorney was investigation everybody who had worked that day at the home. I think they were setting me up for the fall but God looked after me. I just could not go that last day. I have never been back to that place either.