There isn’t a strap big enough to hold my life together.
There was a bunny in the yard, Shawshank wants me to rename Cunty McFuckass to “Bollywood”, and I got drunk last night, but none of that is mentioned in this post.
There was a bunny in the yard, Shawshank wants me to rename Cunty McFuckass to “Bollywood”, and I got drunk last night, but none of that is mentioned in this post.
Friday. Friiiiiiiday. Fuck yes. It’s been a long week. We have another fill-in pharmacist today. I’m hopeful they are better than the arrogant little shit we had yesterday. DayTech has the day off, leaving me alone with the fill-in and NewTech. StressedRPh is still in quarantine for at least another week. DayTech and I hope…
Yesterday was exactly the opposite of what I went into work expecting. We stayed ahead of everything, and by lunchtime we were pretty well caught up with our work. When NewTech arrived at 4pm, I was able to catch up on some paperwork and write a quick guide on handling one of the most problematic…