Morning, folks. It’s Wednesday, and I had a shit sleep. Maybe my coffee will help a little.
I transcribed a few more letters last night. I’m sure that probably had a lot to do with the terrible sleep. He was having a really bad stretch of time for the first few days after his roommate left. When we talked last night, he sounded good. Unfortunately, transcribing a few letters where he’s borderline suicidal isn’t good before bedtime. I was dreaming that he called me, in tears, to tell me he’d try to go to some sort of group counseling session and fainted. Last week, he’d put in a request to talk to someone; I know his monthly sessions were helping him immensely in the BEFORE times. Unfortunately, when I asked about it over the weekend, he hadn’t heard anything yet.
“It would be nice to just have someone to talk to,” he told me. “Good thing it wasn’t a cry for help.”
On a good note, Shawshank should be getting some books today. They were delivered on Monday. However, I think the detainees and inmates receive mail twice a week, with their commissary orders. He’ll get two deliveries, with Cat’s Cradle and Foucault’s Pendulum in the first, and Slaughterhouse Five in the next one. I don’t know what he’ll be doing with the books when he leaves. He’s been putting “important things” in his copy of House of Leaves. I don’t imagine he’ll be able to bring a plastic bag of books with him. I might consider trying to jam a backpack into the bag I packed for him.
Just like every other time I have to work a stretch of time with a terrible fill-in pharmacist while StressedRPh has time off, I’m expecting to catch an earful when I get in. When I arrived yesterday, the printer had no paper, and the bin had no trash bag in it (but had a bunch of trash). Supplies hadn’t been restocked. The trash was obviously from Whatshisname. He’s the only one who wears purple gloves and the empty stock bottles were from drugs in the safe. It’s a terrible trade-off. I don’t have to work with Whatshisname, but StressedRPH will be pitching a nutty, as BossRPh would say.
Wish me luck, because I’m gonna need it to make it through the day.
