Hallo, guten Morgen. That’s the extent of my Duolingo German lessons.
Since I’m taking one for the team and picking up an extra shift this morning, there’s no Saturday workout for me today. I’ll take an extra five hours in my paycheck over a workout. Yesterday, I asked StressedRPh who the pharmacist will be today.
“If I told you guys that info when I asked if one of you could cover the shift, neither of you would have come in.”
Gee. Thanks.
So I’ll go and suffer through five hours of a shift with Cunty McFuckass. Should we lay bets on whether or not he asks me about the narcotics? StressedRPh left some for him to count for weekly inventory. I’m sure this will be entirely too confusing for him to handle, and I’ll have to text StressedRPh so she can call and walk him though it.
Since my shift is just short enough, I won’t have a lunch break. I found a Clif bar the other day, and I might bring that to work with me (if I can figure out where I stashed it once I found it). Shawshank suggested I stop at the liquor store on the way home and get myself a little something for #selfcaresaturday.
However, most of this weekend and next week will deal with The Great Sort. The Salvation Army will be here on Friday to pick up a bunch of stuff. I want to bring as much of it as possible into the main area of the house. Wednesday is trash day, and there’s still some stuff in the basement to be brought upstairs. Unfortunately, there’s also a lot of Lego and Funko still needs to be put up for sale.
What’s for dinner tonight? Make me jeolous.
