Hello, my lovelies. This is Tuesday, and one can only hope it sucks less than yesterday. Yesterday sucked more than anything has sucked in the history of sucking was generally displeasing.
Yesterday, I posted about our new pharmacy schedule. We close two hours earlier, and the pharmacy is closed on Sundays. Unfortunately, yesterday was the first Monday after this change, and I walked into a complete shitshow. The system still processed everything on Sunday as though we were there. StressedRPh and DayTech walked into two days worth of shit. There was a helpful overlap pharmacist. I still felt like I was in the fifth level of hell.
I left a few minutes late. Fine by me. I raced to the grocery store for some cheese and portebello mushrooms, then went home to forget the day.
Today is another late shift. There should be only the normal amount of morning shit when the pharmacy opens at 9am. Not that any of that matters to me, because it should be handled before I even arrive. There’s also another period of pharmacist overlap, and that overlap pharmacist is awesome.
I received emails about local charities resuming their donation pickup. I plan to spend the weekend boxing and moving as much as I can into one place and scheduling a pickup for next week. I’d like to have as much of the shit that won’t sell out of the house ASAP. If I can move that stuff out, I can deep clean the house. There’s also some minor repairs that I need to do.
But…. I’m burnt.
I want to put the house up for sale and leave by the end of summer. I’m done. There’s also the matter of what sort of housing we’ll have when I make the move. Unfortunately, Shawshank and I will probably need to stay with his parents for at least a little while. Honestly, this is the only reason I don’t reply to every one of her Facebook shares with a Snopes article. I could easily reply to each and every one of her posts with several articles that prove her wrong and the comment “ok, Boomer”. Alas, I don’t want to make him miserable while he’s there alone, and I don’t want to deal with it when I’m there later. Sometimes, like this morning, I can’t hold back.
Last night, I said as soon as I have a closing sale date, I’ll make a stop at the dispensary near work. I’ll buy a bunch of really good shit, and I’ll make it a #selfcaresaturday to remember. I can squeeze only so much stress relief out of morning workouts.
66 minutes this morning, yo.
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