Fiddle-dee-dee

Fiddle-dee-dee

I slept in. Well, not really. I stayed in bed and snoozed the alarm(s) for an hour. I was just incredibly comfy, and there’s still a chill in the air. It’s that perfect temperature to snuggle under a blanket. When you consider the thickness of the snuggly robe, it’s almost like I never got out of bed at all.

Right now, both cats are loafed, enjoying the cooler temps and cuddling up against me. It’s nice. I’m sure Chaucer will come upstairs when I head up for my workout. Because it’s an upper body workout day, he can take an entire mat for himself and I won’t need to move or dodge him.

Our DM called yesterday. She offered Matryoshka the staff pharmacist position. Matryoshka isn’t sure if she wants it. The DM tried to put it as “if you don’t take the position, you’ll be bouncing from store to store all the time”. It’s bullshit. With the hours being cut, we’re only open 59 hours. StressedRPh is required to work 42 hours a week as manager. Matryoshka would still need to make up hours at other locations to maintain a full-time schedule.

Matryoshka looked at me after the call and said, “you’re so lucky to be leaving”.

Unfortunately, eBay took down the last doorstop auction for being racially insensitive. It sucks, I think it was up to about $77. I’ll have to look at other completed auctions and see what they used as keywords and use a shorter auction time. Times have changed and it’s awesome and oh my god it’s about fucking time, but there’s a difference between remembering aspects of our past and revering it.

So, anyone want to buy a Mammy?

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