I’m huddled in my uglysnuggly bathrobe, a cat curled and snoring against me. I deserve it. My entire body is throbbing. I’ve put it through a lot these last two days, taking advantage of the time alone to do a couple of workouts. Yesterday was a short and hard 45 minutes, this morning’s 2-hour workout…
I just had a woman in the pharmacy bitching at me because her daughter has gone without her psych meds because we didn’t have the correct insurance on file. We told her 2 FUCKING WEEKS SO what we needed her to bring us, and suddenly it’s our fault this wasn’t taken care of. AND THEN…
Greetings from Wednesday morning. I’m posting a little late today; BossRPh texted last night to ask if I could please work a late shift today. NewTech, with whom “unreliable” would be a generous term to describe her on a regular week, has strep throat. Or thinks she does. I expect to go into work today…