Life in General

Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba.

I hate this pharmacist. I’d rather work with a post-vacation StressedRPh then this guy. Questions we’ve had to answer already: Where’s the bathroom? (he’s worked here several times before)You only have one safe? (We have two, but again, HE’S WORKED HERE BEFORE)Why are you so organised? (Why is that even a fucking question?) I can’t…

It’s Friday again, and I’m going to stuff my face with yummy food and maybe get my buzz on.