I’m cold, and I don’t want to do this anymore.

It’s Tuesday. I have my tea, and I’m doing everything possible to not crawl back into my pile of blankets on the floor. I’ve already written out this mornings workout. The sun is barely up, and Chaucer has already thrown up in the dining room.

I was wrong yesterday. I thought yesterday was a split shift with both pharmacists. Instead, StressedRPh is on vacation this week, and it was the new guy all day. It was absolutely awful. The phones never stopped, and it felt like poor DayTech never left the pickup area. For the most part, I counted things all day. The printer never stopped printing out orders.

At the same time, we had several large orders sent to us electronically. All of them were for new patients who don’t normally come to our store. We could try to hunt down the patient and figure out if their doctor screwed us, or if they want us to fill it. However, it’s been our experience that it’s easier to just fill shit. Nine times out of ten, we don’t actually reach the patient anyway, and by the time they return our call, they suddenly want everything filled in the next ten minutes. It’s simply less stressful to do it the first time.

Hopefully, today will be better.

The house showings have slowed down. Our agent warned us it would happen after the first week. We have one tomorrow morning, the only one this week so far. Shawshank emailed the agent about how none of the people who come in will lock the door on their way out. I’m not too worried about it; we went years without locking the doors. It’s a courtesy thing. I feel like if you had to unlock the door to come in, you should lock it on your way out.

Anyway, it’s workout time. I need to do something physical, since I’ve been a pretty bad spot mentally for the last few days, which I won’t get into right now. Enjoy your Tuesday.