Greetings and salutations, my friends. It’s Tuesday, it’s sunny, it’s supposed to be warm, and I’ve already done a workout. Nothing long, but 33 minutes with a kettlebell is definitely a good way to start the morning.
It was a very steady shift yesterday. New guy handled it pretty well. He’s at the busiest store in the district today. I feel bad for him. It’s pretty awful there even when you’re an experienced pharmacist. We started the morning with a woman screaming at us because we’re not open on Sundays and HOW DARE WE. Her father was discharged from the hospital on Sunday and his doctor sent everything to us. Now, it’s not like he didn’t get all his medication. Most of them were transferred to a neighboring location. The narcotic, however, couldn’t be. Rather than contact the doctor and request it be sent to a different location – you know, like she’d already done with all his other meds – she decided let him go without pain meds for the day and then yell at us.
When I came home, I had a quick dinner of leftover mac and cheese with chicken nuggets. It was…. adequate. I spent an hour or so upstairs cutting apart and disassembling our old platform bed. It was difficult mentally and emotionally, a symbolic and literal destruction of our marriage bed. When I was done, I looked at the pile of wood in the middle of the empty bedroom. Then I burst into tears, and went back downstairs to snuggle with a cat.
Since tonight is a closing shift, I’ll be home later and won’t have as much cleaning time. However, I realized yesterday that tomorrow is a holiday and trash pickup will be pushed back a day. Tomorrow night will be full of dragging bed parts and random trash outside.
But for today, it’s time to brew another cup of tea. I’ll take something out of the freezer for dinner, have another bowl of meatballs or something. Bagel and makeup.
Tuesday.
