Getting A Job For My Brother

Getting A Job For My Brother

Saunder's House

Philadelphia, PA

Fall 1975

During the fall semester, I stopped out of college.  To fill my time and to make money (which was a desperate need) I was a server at the Saunder’s Nursing Home in Philadelphia. Mostly I poured coffee for the old people, which was their greatest vice. They were middle class residence who were paying lots of money to live there.  And most of the workers were indifferent to them and their needs. I thought some of them were rude to the residences.

At one point during my three-month tenure here, my brother needed a job and coincidentally there was an opening at work.  I told Chris he could work there and then I told my boss that my brother was immediately available.  My boss told me he had reservations as he never liked to hire siblings as that usually resulted in work site bickering.  He didn’t give me a “NO” so I went home and told Chris to come to work with me the next day.  We arrived at 6:30 AM and my boss didn’t show up until 9.  I thought he could come in and see what a good worker Chris was. Sure enough, things worked as I had hoped.  

I left in December to go back to school and Chris worked there or another three or four years.