It’s Thursday, and that means I only have two more shifts until the weekend. I’ve finished a coffee, and I’m ready to do a morning workout before another late shift. Honestly, this week has gone by so quickly, considering how much everything has sucked.
Monday: absolute shitshow.
Tuesday: slightly less of sucky.
Wednesday: SHITSHOW 2 – RETURN OF THE SHIT
[Ominous voiceover] You left work early to deal with the expected traffic, but there was EXTRA TRAFFIC. There’s two pharmacists, and absolutely no time management skills. You have a wild case of PMS and music makes you cry. There’s bills to pay and unexpected expenses. The border is locked up tighter than a nun’s knickers. Just when you thought it was safe to have a Wednesday…. it’s SHITSHOW 2 – RETURN OF THE SHIT.
[StressedRPh flies into frame] She’s an anal retentive ball of anxiety and micromanaging tendencies….
[Floater-RPh drops in from above with a superhero landing] He’s a power-nerd who likes retro gaming and hates movie franchise reboots…
Together….. THEY WASTE TIME!
It’s almost as though no matter what two pharmacists we have working together, all time management skills disappear completely. StressedRPh does the final quality control on scripts, Power Nerd does the first check, and I’m left to run the register, the phones, and fill. And because the phone and the till require immediate attention, the baskets of scripts to be filled pile up. StressedRPh told Power Nerd not to do some mundane technician task because it was beneath him. I think the pharmacy has some diabolical power to suck all goodness out of the day. Is it built over a ancient burial ground? Ley lines? Paranormal activity brought on by the rumored body once found in the basement? Who knows.
Then, it was just an all-around emotionally draining day. Yesterday, I left 10 minutes early because the morning commute is usually heavier than around lunchtime. Unfortunately, I hit an extra construction site and spent most of the drive at a snail’s pace. On top of that, my GI system was in a snit. So now I’m stuck in traffic, crying over an Evanescence song, and damned near positive I’m going to shit myself.
Work sucked. And then I left.
I came home to a messy house because I’m turning into my alter-ego Hermit Girl and Hermit Girl can’t maintain a decent level of tidiness to save her life. Pay the bills after dinner. I had money, then there was extra stuff to be paid for last week.
Whoops, now I have no money.
While I cooked dinner, I started to wonder about what’s going to happen when I travel. Will I have trouble hopping from campsite to campsite in different states? What about my end goal of a couple of days in Grasslands? With the current rules in place, I would have to self-quarantine for two weeks when I enter the country. While it might be nice to spend 14 days in the park, it would probably get really old after a few days. As it stands, I might not be able to cross any time soon, and even then, I might not be able to have my one relaxing end of the journey campsite.
Everything sucks right now.
I should go upstairs and do a workout.
