Can I go back to bed? ⋆ chicky

Morning, folks. In case you were wondering, it’s

Fucking Thursday.

I didn’t want to get out of bed again. It’s combination of comfort and the fact that the alarm goes off when it’s still dark. I want to burrow into the blankets. Shawshank would call today “pre-Friday” . I won’t consider it pre-Friday until at least halfway through the shift.

It’s pretty foggy outside right now, and they’re threatening isolated thunderstorms in the forecast. Fortunately, the holiday weekend is supposed to be gorgeous. But… Hermit Girl don’t care about sunshine. She doesn’t have any plans. She’ll be hauling trash around the house, and drinking White Claws and spinning poi in the backyard. I’m supposed to go down to my sister’s on Saturday morning. I need to text her again to find out what time. She hasn’t even responded to my last message.

Shocking, I know.

Yesterday was another slamming day at work. We did a flu shot just after we opened, and I think had done another four before I left at 5pm. I told StressedRPh we need to start processing vaccines at the old drop-off terminal. If we process them at the regular data entry terminal, we tie up the register. Normally, we could have two of us up in the register area, but social distancing requirements prevent it now.

Not that StressedRPh would help in the first place. At one point, I jacked my pettiness level to 11 and decided to see how long she would let a pile of shit grow on the counter. It was hours, y’all. The pile consisted of things she could have easily looked at or handled in about 10 seconds. One item in the pile was a prescription hard copy to file. She literally put it on the counter in front of the file.

It’s a closing shift today. I’m pretty sure it’s another shift with StressedRPh. Consequently, this morning’s workout will be of vital importance to my sanity for the rest of the day.