When residents come into our dining room, we want them to feel like they’ve stepped into a full-service restaurants, with servers who are attentive to their needs and tastes. Employees like Angie Evans help us fulfill our “gracious dining” vision.
Angie came to Farmington Presbyterian Manor at the beginning of this year, but it’s not the first time she has worked in a senior living community. In high school, she also worked in dining services for a small nursing home.
“I really enjoy being with the residents and talking to them. I’ve always loved it,” Angie said.
Her main priority in the dining room is beverage service, and she sometimes helps make salads. But she’s not just filling glasses. Sometimes, she makes sure to fill an empty seat. Angie recalls once noticing a resident, who she calls “the nicest lady ever,” who had recently lost her husband. Her usual meal companions were absent that day, and she was unhappily sitting alone. She helped the woman find others to dine with.
“Even if I have a bad day, if I can make their day, it makes me feel better,” Angie said.
That’s a great example of our “gracious dining” philosophy, which includes consistent, high standards in meal delivery, food choices and presentation, customer service, table decorations and, of course, taste and nutrition. Our focus on resident-centered senior living also means that residents can order from a menu for more flexibility in their food choices.
Angie said she was also delighted to learn about Presbyterian Manor’s annual chicken and dumplings dinner to benefit the Good Samaritan program. “I love that they do it for the community. It helps let them know we’re here. I love it. I never really knew they did that until I worked here,” she said.
Away from work, Angie spends as much time as possible with her husband and their daughter, who just turned 2. She was a joyful surprise that Angie said they never expected, because Angie is a thyroid cancer survivor. Four years ago, she had surgery to remove her thyroid and nearly all of the lymph nodes in her neck.
“She’s my everything,” Angie said of her daughter.