On how I may have spoken too soon

Remember this?

Funny story.

So, on each hall that the residents live on, there is one hand washing station for all the nurses, etc. The soap dispenser at this station looks a lot like this:

You may be familiar with this dispenser.  In case you aren't, here's how you work it.

Now for months, hall three has been out of soap.  Months being as long as I have been working there.  Then, hall one ran out of soap.  AND THEY NEVER REFILLED IT.  I was so disgusted by the fact that all of the nursing staff was not washing their hands that I didn't know what to do with myself.  I mean, how gross is that? How can a place be out of soap for months? Can you imagine what kinds of things they touch without washing their hands? There was hand sanitizer... but sometimes you NEED to wash your hands. I would judge and judge and judge people on the long walk from hall three back to the therapy gym where I could finally was my hands with good old soap and water. On Friday, here's what happened:

It appears I may have been a little early in my judgement over the difficulty of soap dispensers. My patients may not be able to figure out automatic soap dispensers, but clearly, I can't figure out the manual ones.