Dearly Deported

It’s Thursday, and that means today is an an early shift. Does that matter? Not at all. People will still come into the store, making comments like “stay safe!” and “you guys are amazing for doing what you’re doing!” while they wander aimlessly around the store, touching everything, before buying a single plug-in air freshener.…

Birthdays, routine, isolation, and fun in the pharmacy. And for the last time, THERE’S NO FUCKING MASKS.

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.