“If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.”~ Frank Lane
I am greatly considering either writing a book, or starting a brand new blog when it comes to the great people and experiences here at the SGC.
Allow me to present to you the events over the past 24 hours.
It is late March. Tis the season. Texas went through a lot of rain overnight and into this morning and early afternoon. However the insanity started to break when our beloved meteorologists were warning that “storms could be severe.”
Texas translation? MILK AND BREAD! MILK AND BREAD!! AND BATTERIES!!!
The corner gas station was completely wiped out of the items.
On this day in 2014. Just saying Texas likes to be stormy on this day.
So it rained and rained. There was thunder. There was lightning. And there was a promising look of local flooding. But it all subsided. In the end, store owners got richer and the area got some much needed rain to help with the drought.
When the sun came up this morning and it was time to get that all important cup of coffee, I suddenly realizing that I had walked into a room full of outspoken and loud obscenities.
F bombs were flying!! “Fuck this and fuck that. Fucking fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” And when you are trying to wake up and having a hard time making sense of the day, being bombarded with profanities isn’t the best way of going at it.
It would have been easier to handle, if there was a point to it. But the guy just couldn’t stop swearing. He was just rambling on about various things. And then he finally stood up and left.
The neighbors have labelled him as “the insane one.” From people who know him however, apparently he is highly intelligent. So there you have it.
The chaos train had started rolling at full speed.
Today was our special Easter dinner event. It was a catered event from a seafood restaurant and only a few select people could attend. There was a sign up sheet that the residents had to sign in order to be able to take part. If you were not the list, you were not offered any food. Easy enough to understand.
There was supposed to an Easter egg hunt, but due to the fact that at 11:30 AM looked like 10:00 PM and the rain was pouring down, that was cancelled.
In an effort to avoid bodies bumping into everything while trying to get in line to get food, they decided to go to the sign up sheet and call people’s name one at a time. Your name was called and you got your food. Once you were handed your food and you walked away, the next person was called.
It was a process that I felt worked out very well.
And the guy who had the potty mouth this morning?
His name was not called. His name was not written on the sign up sheet that the social worker had in her hands. And so, without his name being on the list, he was refused being served food.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT???
Round Two. Screaming and wailing. Minus the profanity for whatever reason.
Our resident who had coordinated the event with staff was trying to talk to him to tell him that she had his name on the list and that he can go ahead and get something to eat. But in his blinding rage, he did not hear her. And so instead of having that saving grace that he was in fact included on the list, he stormed his way out of the building and into the pouring rain with bitterness in his heart. Even though the coordinating resident was trying to get in a word over the shouting. She simply was overpowered.
Apparently what unfortunately had happened was that the resident attempted to e-mail the social worker last night to add him to the list. But the social worker never received the e-mail.
He was gone before the resident could resolve the problem.
Being that I was sitting at the same table as the coordinator, I heard the conversation between her and the social worker when they both realized what the problem was. And there was not anything they could do about it because technology had failed.
I can believe it as I was without Internet for several hours last night. So the e-mail probably was never sent.
Food however WAS set aside to be given to him after the fact. I do not know what happened when they went to deliver it to him at his home.
The other residents began their buzzing. One guy even came up to the coordinator and decided that he was going to put the full blame upon the shoulders of the social worker. He stated that the social worker handled it extremely poorly and it should have never went down the way that it did. And there were others that were just as willing to chastise and point fingers.
I realized at that moment that the craziness of living here would NEVER go away!! I understand that there are over 60 people who call this place home, and that means there’s probably going to be over 60 different opinions.
The fighting and the minutiae will forever be present here at SGC. And that’s why I wonder if I should start writing more and more about the events that go on here because it has to be wildly entertaining for some of you!!!
And finally to bring this tale to an end, the social worker decided that she was going to just hand out plastic Easter eggs to those who were in attendance because there would be no Easter egg hunt.
Inside of each egg were treats. Basically bite size pieces of chocolate and quarters. I stopped in the social worker’s office to say “good morning” to her early last week when she was putting them together.
Each person got several eggs. Most of which contained one piece of candy and one quarter. I believe the intention was to give out enough eggs that there would be enough money to use for the laundry machines. At least to wash your laundry. 
I sat there at the table and I was making jokes about the social worker looking like the Easter bunny. But it went terribly, terribly wrong!!
It was probably the biggest faux pas I had made in over a year.
Instead of saying “She looks like the Easter bunny handing out treats.” I said, “She looks like the Playboy bunny handing out treats.”
It was met with dead silence until I realized the error and quickly corrected myself for it.
I swear I thought I was next to be crucified for it.
After I survived that scare, the social worker came back around a few minutes later asking for the emptied plastic eggs. They wanted to be able to keep them and use them in years to come.
A majority of the eggs contained Hershey’s Kisses. Not all, but most of them. 
In a moment of quick thinking, when the social worker came around to collect the eggs from our table I said, “Thank you for the kisses!!”
The social worker busted out laughing so hard that she bent in half. And in the next moment the entire building was laughing as hard as they could.
I probably saved myself from certain social and personal destruction after the “bunny” comment.
I am not sure what “holiday” will be served up next here. If I had to guess, it could be Memorial Day or Independence Day.
And as always…. stay tuned!!!
Dambreaker 