Happy New Year’s Eve. The day is sunny and clear and FUCKING FREEZING MR. BIGGLESWORTH. The cold is unreal. Shawshank headed out to work a bit before 9am and texted “OMG so cold out” when he got in. I’ve honestly gotten to the point where I don’t even want to know whether its in Fahrenheit or Celsius, because it doesn’t matter.
It’s simply fucking cold.
Today marks one year since I left the pharmacy.
I’ve said it before, but I am so, so very glad I got out when I did. I still follow a lot of pharmacy-related social media, and the entire retail pharmacy industry is an absolute horror show right now. I don’t know how DayTech and StressedRPh are handling it, because I don’t know if I could have done the same*. DayTech says things are constantly bad in there. The patients are terrible, corporate is terrible, humanity in the greater RI/Southeast Mass area is terrible. I’m surprised the two of them are still with the company. According to last year’s post, I theorized that NewTech wouldn’t be there very long after I left. She stuck it out much longer than I expected, and only quit about 2 months ago.
I booked both the hotel room and my pre-flight covid test for next Friday. The cheapest flight had a 9-hour layover out of here. I only took into consideration the trip length when I booked the shorter flight. Happy to pay the extra $20 to avoid 23 hours dealing with airports and planes and people, I didn’t think about the 2+ hour drive into the city when I bought the tickets. We absolutely did not want to be driving into the city. We’d need to leave TinyTown at about 2:30am at the latest, which would make sleeping the night before completely pointless. Shawshank‘s boss gave him all of next Friday off, which was nice of her. We’ll have plenty of time to get into the city, get pre-flight stuff handled, and then relax before the next morning’s flight.
It’s not a school night, so Shawshank and I can stay up late tonight. We might stay up to ring in the new year, or we might simply smoke our faces off and fuck like weasels and call it a night. Regardless, we’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll be a new year.
Please let next year be better.
*She says, after packing/clearing/selling off nearly everything she owned with her deported husband, making a solo trip down the coast with two cats and some boxes to live with her mom, before finishing the year out with her husband after nearly 2 years of separation.
Welp. Don’t think our building could deal with such a cold at all. We’re in trouble with -20°C already. Bad isolation especially on the heating pipes. Please don’t freeze in place!
We’re good! Proactive property management checking on furnaces, plenty of insulation on things, and otherwise just staying in the house!