Yesterday wasn’t a good day.
It was a slower day. We had a good floater pharmacist, who not only knew how to work the system, but was also ok with helping out when we needed it. Or even if we didn’t need it, for that matter. Unfortunately, the slower the shift, the more difficult it can be to resist the temptation of snacking. Additionally, it’s that “snack time of the month”,. Between my brain insisting I needed snacks and not keeping occupied, I demolished a bag of Cheezits. I already felt bad because I’d overslept and missed a workout, then felt worse for even buying the crackers. By the end of the shift, I felt like shit because I’d eaten most of the Cheezits. As the icing on the cake, I decided “fuck it, it can’t be worse” and ate the last of the pack.
Shawshank‘s upset. He’s still pretty much alone. The powers that be haven’t rotated any new books into the library cart in two weeks. He read a Harlequin romance last weekend. At the moment, he’s hoarding Game of Thrones in his room; he read it last week, but in case nothing good is in the cart, he’ll read it again.
As far as he knows, he has court today, but doesn’t know what the hell’s happening, or even if it’s still happening. Captain America still hasn’t been in this week. I told him about BossRPh‘s offer for some time off. He asked that I don’t plan anything until he knows what’s happening with court. Aside from the loneliness and uncertainty, his big fear is I’m going to get sick, and I’ll be alone.
I sold the second bike last night. The first “buyer” never got back to me on Sunday night. His loss. It went to someone who helped me drag it out of the basement and didn’t haggle over the price. I’ve been keeping all the cash I get for sales or find while cleaning, and it’s in a plastic pail. It’s up to $153 in cash and a bunch of coin. That will pay for at least a rabies shot for each of the the boys.
Hopefully today is better.
