Said She

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I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Stuff, as usual.

Posted on 12 October 2007
Tags: dreams, work

The other night I had a dream that we were moving again, and we had a load of strange pets. I was in the driveway playing leap-frog with a kangaroo, and everytime the kangaroo jumped over me I would yell “A dingo ate my baby!”

Our power went out last night, interrupting us halfway through CSI. An hour or so later we gave up waiting for things to come back on so we just went to bed.

My new schedule starts to go into effect next week, and I’m not working a single closing shift at all. I’m thrilled. I also get to go to court on Thursday because of a speeding ticket that I got a couple of week ago. I get to watch a bunch of shows that I don’t normally get to watch, which will be fun.

Speaking of work, here’s a bit of advice for anyone who would like to be a pharmacy tech. If you come into the store and pick up your prescription of Suboxone because you’re addicted to something nasty, don’t also ask for a 10-pack of syringes for your “diabetic grandmother”, tell us you need another copy of the job application because you screwed up the first one, and attempt to steal a Beany Baby on your way out the door. Just go home and try to come up with a better excuse for buying syringes while you’re supposed to be clean. Everyone and his brother that buys syringes is getting them for a diabetic grandmother, you’re not original.