Yes, that does, in fact, mean THANK GOD IT’S FUCKING FRIDAY.
I spent most of yesterday thinking that it was Friday. It sucked. It was dead at work, which also sucked in its own way, because the day just drags on and I’m looking for shit to do that doesn’t involve making harassing phone calls to my patients begging them to come in and get stabbed by vaccinated by one of our capable, fully trained pharmacists. On the plus side, I stayed for my entire shift. On the negative, I only stayed because my boss told the night tech not to come in.
This afternoon we got a visit from the board of pharmacy, which is always fun. Nothing was wrong, because we’re actually run by people who know what the hell they’re doing and not a bunch of monkeys in lab coats. Otherwise, it was an incredibly dull day, and I left a full two hours before my shift ended.
But…. leaving early meant that I could get home earlier and de-stress with a workout. Since yesterday was a hard leg day, the plan was to just do some yoga tonight after dinner. However, I’m a frigging masochist at heart, and decided to skip the post-dinner yoga in favor of a full-body beat-down.
Honestly, I seriously considered doing the yoga, too.
