I come bearing glad tidings. Friday has arrived, finally! I’m looking forward to a long weekend, starting with the weekly #funfoodfriday. Since it’s Friday, it shouldn’t be a bad day at work.
Typing that out has now guaranteed something will happen at work that will cause me to regret every life decision that led to my accepting that job offer 14 years ago today.
MusicMan survived his first week as head boy of the pharmacy. DayTech is back. Today, StressedRPh will probably be … typical. Like me, she’s dealing with a lot of background shit. I don’t want to get into a pissing match about whose life sucks more right now, but I think I’m in the lead.
I’m going to do like Shawshank does, and make a list of things we need to talk about this weekend. I don’t look forward to any of it. It won’t be a good weekend for either of us. I want to have an attitude of “you’re not psychic, you don’t know what will happen”, but honestly, it doesn’t look good. I don’t know what’s going to happen with our plans at all.
Just now, I emailed his case worker, replying to her questions with a few more questions of my own. I hope she can get back to me before I talk to him and his parents.
Can I spend the weekend drunk or high or both? Let’s just forget the last year or two ever happened. I’ll wake up Tuesday and it will be a nice sunny day in 2018 before all this shit was a blip in the radar.
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