Good morning, my lovelies. It’s Tuesday, the sun is out, and it looks like it will be a nice day. Of course, I’ll be missing most of it because I’ll be at work, but that’s neither here nor there.
Shawshank called twice yesterday. He asked how far along I am in his “memoirs”. When I told him I was just about done with March, he said “that’s just the beginning!” We talked a bit about what’s happening with family. Neither of us has brought up his birthday next week. I need to pick up a card for him. There’s an Amazon shipment of books arriving sometime today, and he should have a Shutterfly sometime this week. However, for all the things I’ve sent him, an actual letter isn’t one of them, and I feel like that should be remedied.
It wasn’t a bad sleep. I know I’ve been having some weird dreams over the last few nights, but I don’t remember them. It’s perfect sleeping weather, in my opinion anyway. I still haven’t decided on the perfect combination of blankets yet, and eventually I’ll need to swap some out for lighter ones.
I don’t know who the boss is today. StressedRPh was worried last week about being able to work enough hours to keep her benefits once the hours change in a month. Friday, she told me and DayTech that she’d asked for and taken the manager position. I don’t know when that actually takes effect. In a way it’s good, because we won’t have someone new coming in and changing the routine and “our system”. We hope they assign us a permanent staff pharmacist instead of sending us fill-in people. Maybe she’ll actually be able to input our schedules properly.
Tonight, Shawshank will be calling after dinner. I’m hoping for a good day, for everyone.
