Too Many Tuesday Mornings

Howdy-ho, people. It’s Tuesday.

I didn’t burn down the pharmacy yesterday. That’s not to say I didn’t want to, because it was sucktacular. I walked into about 25 prescriptions to be processed. Power Nerd had roughly 30 to check before they could be filled. The printer never stopped, and at one point I had almost an inch-tall stack of prescription leaflets to work through. People complained about the weekend closure, including one woman who had complained about it on Friday, then called again yesterday. I guess her life wasn’t fulfilling enough without having something to bitch about. DayTech came in just before lunch. Between the three of us, we managed to bring things under control before I left.

I made arrangements with my lawn guy last night. It’s been about a month since he was last here. He agreed to come out today, and an hour later texted to make sure it wasn’t as bad as last month. No, my dude. We’re good. It’s not anywhere near as bad. We only started getting real rain last week. He should be here this morning, probably just as I leave for work.

Last week, I made a goal that I wasn’t going to buy any extra snacks at work. It’s a little easier now. I used to grab something the snack on when I arrived in the morning, and either buy or bring something for later in the afternoon. When I work later shifts, I have lunch before I leave and bring a couple of smaller snacks for my shift. I’ve also stopped buying sodas on my shift, which has been a little more difficult. Since last week, I’ve bought only two, but that was only after I’d finished two waters, and they were very bad shifts.

I already wrote out my workout for the morning. Today’s weather is comfortable enough to do something, and I’m ready to get sweaty when the I finish my coffee. Between the better eating habits and the workouts, I hope to shed some of the weight I’ve regained over the last year. My biggest fear is I’ll fall back into the disordered habits of my past. I’m not at that point, yet. However, I’m unable to weigh myself right now. I know for a fact I’d be much worse if I actually had the numbers.

Before I leave the house, I should at least try to take some photos of vintage clothes to put up on eBay. I’ve got at least four furs of various styles, and a full length cashmere coat. They can’t come with me, and I may as well get them out of the house. I can bitch about eBay fees all I want, but I didn’t pay for the coats in the first place, and anything I get for them is pure profit. So far, the items I put up for sale over the weekend are getting views and watched, but only one listing has any bids.

Today’s shift should be smoother. Hopefully. I plan to go into work and do my best, and I’m ready for a dinner of chicken wraps when I come home.

But, anyway, have yourself a good day, my friends. I raise my cup in your direction, and with a nod, bid you a fond “go and get shit done today”.