For most people, Memorial Day means a three-day weekend, but there’s no rest for the weary. I expected that Dave had to work on Monday (Assisted Living never takes a break), but was bummed to have him called in to work twice on Saturday. We had been planning to visit the Farmer’s Market as a family, since Dave has never been, but never got the chance. In the morning Dave had a tour, so when he got home we loaded the kids in the car. Just as we were about to leave, he got a call that the fire alarm was going off. Figuring it was a false alarm, I drove him to work and waited in the parking lot with the girls for about ½ an hour before deciding just to take them home, and come back for Dave later. Our outing was shot anyway, and the girls needed their naps. Two hours later Dave walked home, frustrated. They had finally found the cause of the false alarm, but then the family from that morning’s tour had called to say they were choosing a competitor. And another person that had come in for a tour during the fire alarm had taken one look around, decided it was “too far away”, and left. I can tell Dave is really frustrated with his occupancy rate being down right now. Some things are beyond our control, though. All you can do is your best, and I know he’s giving it everything he’s got.
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