Please let me survive just one more day at work without going completely insane mere hours before my vacation starts. Make all the old people friendly and all the crazies amusing. That’s all I ask for. Pretty please?
Pixels
It’s Tuesday, right?
4/1/2008 – 7:52 pm
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Work’s still slow, even for the beginning of the month. I think it’s the rain; the elderly seem to be afraid of water and thus stay in their homes. Those people that did make it out today were all losers who managed to convince their doctors that they needed their controlled substances weeks early because they are either going on a 3 week vacation and need refills before then (bullshit, because she just got it 5 days ago and would have plenty of time to get her refill when she gets back) or my personal favorite, “my husband is going away on vacation and no one will give me a ride here to get my oxycontin”. And then there was the woman taking coupons off of one lightbulb brand and sticking them on another brand that was on sale, with her ultimate plan to do her usual buy it now then return it after she gets the mail-in rebate. She was pretty pissed when she discovered that the coupons were all expired.
Eddie cleaned the entire house today. It’s beautiful. He also did the laundry, and we’re going to spend the rest of the night watching season 1 of Lost.
Stuff. And more stuff. And enemas.
3/5/2008 – 8:21 pm
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It’s been a long week for us for reasons I won’t go into. I’m alternating between complete anger/madness/rage and utter normalcy, which in itself is completely fucked up because the swings are fast and extreme. For example, Sunday I spent the day positively loathing and not wanting anything to do with Ed, while Monday I wanted to just take him into the bedroom and fuck his brains out. There’s also the anxiety that’s back and oh-so-fun. I’m doing what I can to manage the moodiness, and Eddie’s taking the brunt of shit from me.
Work has been dead lately. We think business has dropped off, but it doesn’t seem to be any of our good regulars and we’ve still go the same number of losers that we generally get (that is, we get a slew of drug-seeking freaks in the later half of the week who want narcotics to party with). I’m beginning to think we must have the lowest price on syringes too, since we seem to be getting more folks coming in to buy them. Not to mention that all the old people have suddenly decided that they can’t do anything for themselves and are calling up saying “fill everything!” “Fill everything” is just a shade better than “I need my little white pills that look like footballs”, but not by much. Any day now someone is going to call up from their bathroom and ask for someone to call their doctor so they can get someone out to the house to wipe their ass, and then they’ll whine about how much they’ll charge for a house call. Yesterday we had someone come in and tell us that she was completely constipated, and that she’d given herself 5 enemas. Normal people would stop at maybe the 2nd or 3rd attempt at Roto-Rootering their ass if they didn’t see results, but omgwtf, 5 enemas?!?!? It boggles the mind. And then, and then, when it was suggested that maybe she might want to buy a stool softener, she declined because, get this, the pills were red and she doesn’t like the color red.
Chaucer fell in the toilet the other night. I was in the tub and Eddie was sitting on the edge of it and the cat was stretched between the toilet and the tub. I guess he lost his balance when he tried to get all 4 feet onto the toilet seat because his ass fell right into the bowl. Poor little dude looked so freaked out and mortified. And he really doesn’t like it when you put bubbles on his head.
Tomorrow I get a new computer to replace the piece of shit that I’ve been using for a while. It will be quieter in the living room without the pc fan running at full tilt all the time, and it will have a bigger hard drive so I can put some other games on it and fill it with a buttload of music. One thing that won’t be getting reinstalled? The webcam. It hasn’t been online in about 3 months, but there’s really no reason for it anymore. It was a fun run while it lasted, but it’s done.
Some people need to find hobbies.
1/23/2008 – 8:22 pm
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Apparently my last post touched a nerve, as my Livejournal was bombarded with comments about my lack of maturity, how I must not know what it’s like to “loose” someone, how no one will ever take me seriously with an icon that’s a picture of two unicorns humping, how I should use my Livejournal for things that matter (this is a personal Livejournal, for fuck’s sake, nothing on it matters), and how evil I am for wishing that bad actors with nothing to offer would die instead of young actors with assloads of potential. All anonymous, naturally, with the exception of one user who may as well been since she was an empty Livejournal to begin with. Some people just take shit way, way too seriously.
Work’s been uneventful. We’ve had scores of people who just don’t seem to understand that eventually you reach an age where you are expected to do things for yourself, and whining “how am I supposed to know what my insurance deductible is?” will not garner any pity from the pharmacy staff, regardless of your age. It’s not my job to know the deductibles for the seemingly millions of different insurance plans available to people in the US. I understand that they send you a metric fuckton of paperwork when you sign up, and we don’t expect you to sit down by the fire with your pipe and a scotch and read the whole thing in one sitting, but you really should have a fucking clue about the very basics your plan offers. We’ve have Cipro and Cialis flying off the shelves, so I’m guessing that people are sick or horny, or both. Some strange woman came in last week and spotted my pentacle necklace and fired off a “merry meet” like it was some sort of pagan secret handshake, and that amused me for the rest of the night. And we’ve had the regular assorted crazies trying to get refills on their pain killers and psych meds a week too early.
oh frabjous day!
1/11/2008 – 10:21 am
