It’s Friday, and it’s glorious. Pour a cup, if that’s your thing.
Yesterday’s shift was decent. We had the regular bullshit, and we dealt with it in the regular ways. The store manager filled me in on what happened with the patient who collapsed on me Wednesday. After a lot back and forth – her insisting we not call the ambulance and the manager insisting he wasn’t letting her drive – she called her children to come pick her up and take her home. When they arrived, her children convinced her she needed to be taken to the hospital. That explains why it was almost an hour between her fall and the ambulance’s arrival.
I decided to go to the grocery store after work last night. I didn’t need to buy a lot of things. There were only a couple of items to buy for dinner, just some sliced chicken from the deli, naan, and bacon. However, I ended up buying a pack of chicken breasts because it was the last day they were on sale. I paid for everything, and went home, happy that I’d soon be eating a delicious chicken melt.
Unfortunately, I left both the bacon and the chicken breast at the store when I left. I have no idea where the bag with them was at the register, but it certainly wasn’t at the end of the belt with the rest of my purchases. I drove back to the store as soon as I noticed, but someone had taken my bag with their own stuff. This shit is exactly why I pack my own bags, then I can make sure all my bags get into the cart.
Shawshank gave the iPad back to Camp Quarantine’s volunteers yesterday afternoon. We expected it, so we had already made alternate plans for me to call him after I had dinner last night. I’ll call him this morning, once I’m dressed, and then one last time while I’m on my lunch break. I imagine he’s probably packed and unpacked his bag at least twice since we got off the phone last night. He started packing it back on Tuesday. At least he won’t leave it behind.
He told the volunteers what time he plans to leave, and they’ll help arrange a cab to the airport. In my opinion, he should have planned to leave later in the day. However, I know how his mind works. If he didn’t leave in the early afternoon, he would eventually work himself into a panic attack.
Tonight is a little party at BossRPh‘s house after work, and we’ve been promised pizza and drinks. I’ll bring a change of clothes to work, so I don’t show up in scrubs. I bought some goodies to make a s’mores dip for after the pizza. I promised Shawshank I would have fun, but not too much fun.
Let the weekend begin. Woot.
