Hello, Saturday! It’s a lovely and sunny morning. I’ve had a chance to have some coffee, I’m dressed, and I’ve assumed my human form. I’m sitting outside, selling my shit in the driveway.
I tried so hard to make it a good shift yesterday. NewTech texted around noon to say she “might not be able to make it in for 4”. StressedRPh told her to come in no later than 5, and NewTech replied “so I’d only work for 2 hours?” Well yeah, that’s exactly what would happen if you don’t come in on time. It’s not like the pharmacy will stay open an hour later for her to make up the hours. I’m pretty sure NewTech wanted and expected StressedRPh to tell her not to bother.
What made the day suck the most was how there was an overlap pharmacist: Whatshisname. It’s difficult enough to work with Whatshisname alone, but with the two of them it was awful. At this point, I know I might not have much longer working there. I’ve just assumed an “I simply don’t give a shit anymore” attitude. It’s fucking glorious.
Let me just say one thing. I hate running a yard sale. My signs said 8am. My ads all said 8am and no earlier. Wanna guess what happened? If you guessed I had to tell people to get off my lawn at 7:15, then you get the gold star. I can’t haul stuff out if I need to babysit. These people were circling my driveway like vultures because they want a worn out pair of old Nike sneakers for $1.
Then there’s the people who look through my shit to sell in their shop. I don’t care if these old dudes want to buy it, but have some God damned common sense. “What’s this? What’s that? How much?” It’s a fucking Spawn action figure, Bob, and if you looked at the box it’s standing in you’d see it’s $10.
Maybe it’s just people in general I don’t like.
