It’s going to be a long fucking week. I walked in to find that the fill-in we had was the “middle child” of our three regular fill-in pharmacists. He wasn’t Doogie Dicksmack, MD, but he wasn’t the awesome musical pharmacist we love working with. So, while it could have been worse, it wasn’t awful. However, StressedRPh came in while I was on lunch break, damned near slamming the break room door open. She’s pissed off, and hasn’t even walked into the pharmacy at that point. First, she’s complaining that the hours listed on the marquee sign aren’t our actual hours, and there’s not one but two different signs with store hours taped to the door.
Only one of those signs is correct, by the way.
Then, she starts complaining about how BossRPh is on vacation. It doesn’t matter than StressedRPh literally stands 6 inches from the pharmacy calendar that has the pharmacists’ schedule written on it. If no one tells her, directly to her face, then it doesn’t count. So now, she’s been in the building for approximately 37 seconds, and she’s already found two things to complain about. Meanwhile, I just want to eat my fucking cottage cheese in peace.
I survived the shift, however. I brought in a laptop with a fresh installation of Ubuntu for one of DayTech‘s daughters. DayTech is texting me asking me how much she owes for it. Right now, I’m tempted to just tell her to buy me a dozen of the fucking amazing empenadas from the Colombian restaurant she goes to. One thing about quarantine, there’s no traffic whatsoever. My commute is effectively cut in half. I made it home and had some time to take pictures for eBay, and cooked dinner. Then, after dinner, I pushed myself through a great workout. Tomorrow, I go in for an early shift.
On top of the sheer joy of working an early shift with StressedRPh, Shawshank has a hearing in the morning. He’s promised he won’t call until his normal time. Either way, I’ll be stressed. If he calls before his regular time, I’ll freak out. On the other hand, I’ll anxious as hell all day until he does call. This is supposed to be a hearing at the regional ICE courthouse, a followup to his initial video conference . However, with the pandemic shutting down almost everything on the planet (except the Georgia beaches and Trump’s mouth), he expects this to be yet another video conference. According to Poland, Jamaica had a video conference last week, and his next court “appearance” is in July. Like Shawshank wrote, we don’t know the details of Jamaica’s case.
Regardless, it is what it is, and nothing can change that.
