I just started working at an assisted living center about 4 weeks ago. And honestly, it's more than just 'assisting.' Some of the residents (as they're called) need a lot of care. I've done this kind of work previously, it's not glamorous, but it's rather enjoyable when you see the 'residents' as people. Amazing, funny people who have lived long lives and have great stories to tell.

One man fought in WWII. I know nothing about it. I had better things to do than pay attention in 10th grade history. His name is Charlie (no names have been changed) and before asking your name, he likes to know 'what you are', as in French, Scottish.. blah blah blah. So now as I enter his room in the mornings I say(loudly, as he is mostly deaf) "Good morning Charlie." He replies "Oh, it's Amber the Scottish/Irish married to a German."

On my first day there I sat next to an elderly lady while I was waiting for my orientation. I look over at her and say "Hi, I'm Amber, what's your name?" She looks at me and not in confusion or anything, shakes her and just says, "No." End of story. Just no.

And another lady, she's 100. I don't think I've ever met anyone that has lived an entire decade. I'm in awe sometimes.

Working in these kind of facilities you realize how overlooked our older generations are and things that we'll never really understand. Sometimes I chuckle to myself when they get upset about throwing out part of their lunches, or tell you not to wash their shirt today, it can wait for another 'wash day'.

Like I said, not glamorous work, but we'll all be there someday.