Knock knock. Food services. May I come in? Same words, every door, every shift, my floor. PM shift starts at 1.30. First job — water jugs, room by room. Fresh water, if they want it changed. Some say all good. Some say the nurse already did it. Some say nil by mouth. Some say I'm … Continue reading Knock Knock, Food Services
Human Stories
Two Pairs of Hands
The hostel in Brisbane that's been home for years now has a laundry room. Washers, dryers, right there. I've never touched them. Next door — same owner, different building — there's another room like it. More machines, even. But that's not what I go there for. It has a proper ironing board. A sink big … Continue reading Two Pairs of Hands
Name Tags
Some places ask for your name before anything else. A hospital shift. A hostel check-in. A new job. An event. You say your name. You write it down. It appears on a roster, a sticker, or a food bag. For a while, that label becomes part of your day. At work, people know my name … Continue reading Name Tags
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