I had barely gotten into work yesterday when the shitshow began. There was a pile of “to-do” bullshit, an entire shopping basket and two smaller baskets filled with drugs we ordered for someone once and never dispensed again, and a note that said “try to return these”. Because there’s nothing else to do on Mondays,…
I talked with my mother last week. Of course, it started with a text message. Mom: Call me on your lunch! I need to hear your voice Like the dutiful child I am, I called her. We chatted between bites of a fabulous dish of leftover paneer tikka masala that I’d brought in for lunch.…
It’s Wednesday, which is without a doubt my least favorite day of the work week. This makes a second day this week that I’m working a late shift, since the yesterday’s scheduled closer came down with a stomach bug and I was pressed to working an extra few hours. For what it’s worth, I tried…