I’m sitting in the dark, drinking my coffee, dreading my shift, and Chaucer just threw up in the Pink Room. It must be Monday.
Unlike every other Friday, when I’m happy it’s Friday, today is going to suck. BossRPh texted last night with the warning, “I’m pretty sure it’s going to be ugly in there.” I’m not sure what I’ll be walking into. I had the day off, and DayTech is out with the flu. Worst case scenario, StressedRPh…
It’s another dreary day in these parts. The skies are gray, and I don’t think much is supposed to change as the day goes on. I’m going into work early, to work with StressedRPh, and we head to therapy right after. Right now, the best part of my day just might be the quesadillas we’re…