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…
Yay Tuesday. We made it almost an entire year without him injuring himself in some way. Just like the last time, he didn’t tell me until we were actually together. It took nearly 20 years, but he’s finally figured it out: if I can’t actually do anything other than worry, he doesn’t need to tell…