Breathe.

Good morning 🌞

It’s Wednesday, and the morning routine has begun. There’s been a morning commute, a morning yoga, and now the morning makeup/coffee/post is happening. I’ve been told my makeup theme for the day is to be “90’s grunge”.

Yesterday’s shift at work was fucking awful. It was StressedRPh‘s first day back after a 10-day vacation and she was in rare form. It felt like she saved up 10 days worth of micromanaging and unleashed it all in an 8 hour shift. On top of her bullshit, we’re starting to really get into pushing flu shots, and in the first 3 hours of my shift we had done 9 of them. StressedRPh has a terrible time keeping out of her own way on a normal shift, adding in the time of prepping and giving a vaccine takes just puts her farther behind in her work.

THEN she has the nerve to start getting on my ass for not suggesting the shot to the patients I’m dealing with. Ok, for one thing, I’m working at drop off, which means that most, if not all of the people I’m interacting with, are dropping off a script because they are sick. We don’t give vaccines to sick people. Literally the first question on the patient’s vaccine intake form is “ARE YOU FEELING SICK TODAY”. Second, you haven’t been here in over a week, you have no idea how many of the patients who are coming in have already been talked to about the shot. Most of our regulars are in at least once a week. We’ve harassed them. They either got it or they don’t want it right now. Fucking build a bridge and GET OVER IT.

Obviously, the yoga did nothing for my mood today.