We’re down at least three people in the store this week. Bun-Boy’s mom won’t let him work. Wednesday Adams has decided she’s quarantining for the next week, suspiciously beginning the day StressedRPh returns from her own quarantine. One cashier is actually sick with all the typical Corona symptoms, but no positive test as of yet.
We’re still standing in the pharmacy, but the number of people who are still coming in for random bullshit is insane. One of our crazies came in today, “just checking to see if I’ve got anything ready”.
Bitch, you came in yesterday, we told you there was nothing else getting filled until late next week. You fucking know we’ve got nothing, now take that ridiculously bedazzled hat and crawl back under your bridge and stay out of the stores.
And I can hear someone out on the sales floor loudly yelling “EVERYONE’S ACTING LIKE CORONA’S DAMNED HIV. I AIN’T SCARED OF THE CORONA. THE CORONA’S SCARED OF ME.”
Ugh.
Peanut butter and banana, or breakfast bowls tonight?
