Friday Makes a Splash

Just when I was saying that yesterday was a long day, today, wearing a leopard print Speedo and neon green Crocs, stepped up to the diving board, said “HOLD MY BEER”, and belly-flopped into a Olympic-sized swimming pool of elephant shit, splattering everyone.

I wasn’t happy about sleeping in this morning. Nor was I ok skipping my planned workout because I opted to sleep in. So well before my shift, I’m already in a bad headspace. The tech who was filling in for DayTech isn’t a bad guy, but he really likes to clear his throat. By the end of the day I want to shake him and shout “DRINK SOMETHING”. I didn’t know exactly what time he’d be in, but he was covering DayTech’s shift. NewTech was scheduled her normal shift. I figured he’d be in for the morning, maybe lunchtime at the latest. By 1 pm, we’re fucking slammed. I mean, it wasn’t even 4 pm and StressedRPh is actually helping out. So the fill-in still hadn’t shown up, and I decided to look at the schedule. Nope! He was on the schedule for 9 am.

WTF.

StressedRPh called him and he said, “I told BossRPh I couldn’t take that shift, only Monday and Tuesday”. NewTech, always willing to leave early or arrive late – sometimes both in the same shift – can’t come in before her regular start time. I went to lunch late. I swore that if any day was going to make my #selfcaresaturday suck enough to do shots alone in the bath, order $100 in Victoria’s Secret panties, and shave my head, it was going to be today.

However, I finished the day with no extra snacks, which made me at least a little happier about things. Additionally, since I decided to go shopping tomorrow, I had time to do a workout before dinner. I’m sure the workout was cancelled out by dinner, but that’s the point.

Shawshank called to fill me in on everything happening on the inside. His court appearance went as expected, he’s officially being ordered removed from the US. This is all he’s been trying to do for two months now. Naturally, there’s no time frame for when the removal will actually happen. He was told to talk to his counselor and, more importantly, the staff ICE rep. Unfortunately, neither was in the facility today; Captain America hasn’t even been in the building since they went under Covid lockdown on Tuesday. The facility is up to four confirmed cases of the virus, all inmates of some variety.

Four days off.

I’m going to make it count. Shawshank called twice, with the second call being about 30 minutes after we hung up the first time. He knew I was feeling low, and wanted to cheer me up a little. He had made a list of things for me to do over the long weekend.

“You’re going to do a workout, and you’re going to buy a shitload of sweet potatoes, and you’re going to clean a bunch of stuff out of the house. Just put the boxes of stuff that won’t sell on the curb on Tuesday, someone will take two boxes of plates.” He’s not wrong, I’m sure they’d be gone in an hour or two. “On your, what is it? Hashtag-self-love-Saturday? Whatever. You’ll have a hot bath, and watch tv in the tub, have a couple of drinks. And if you’re going to shave your head, don’t half-ass that shit. None of this Tank Girl stuff with a little patch at the front. You G. I. Jane that shit.”