The White Stuff

Snow.

Yesterday felt like it wouldn’t end. It was the type of day where it felt so much busier than it actually was. Snow kept a lot of people in their houses and out of the pharmacy, but it seemed like everyone who did come in or called had some sort of issue. We have three mentor-types working with us to help transition to our new system. It’s like the story of Goldilocks and the three bears: one tech mentor does everything and barely lets us try to figure things out, one tech spent yesterday sitting in a corner doing nothing, and the pharmacist is actually decent and helps you figure shit out on your own. They all leave on Thursday night, and we’ll be on our own.

BossRPh texted everyone last night, asking that we all text StressedRPh before heading into work this morning. “There’s no sense in everyone coming in early in the morning if it’s going to be dead.” Sure, that’s true. But what’s also true is that she can’t keep out of her own way, and it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t need me in at 9am because I’ll be dressed and ready to go anyway in case they actually do need me. The roads weren’t too awful during First Commute at 6:30am, but that’s not stopping me from wishing I could stay home.

I swear, 5pm can’t get here fast enough. I’ll drive down, pick him up at work, and hopefully he’ll have been able to find some spray primer at work suitable for the game miniatures. We’ll come home and I’ll to get into something snuggly, cook some awesome grilled cheese sandwiches, and just possibly start painting some stuff.

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