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Supertech is on vacation this week, so I’ve been covering her shift. So far it’s been ok; Monday was fine, Tuesday we were running around, and today went pretty well. We managed to score ourselves a tech from a Maine store who’s not half bad, smells really good, and has all the front store cashiers swooning over him. He’s totally what I’d have gone after 10 years ago - that sort of cute but dorky type. You know, the type of guy just like Eddie. The RPh wasn’t bad today. I’ve got another 2 days of working with her though, without the A-Team of me and Supertech, so we’ll see what she’s like on Friday when she’s had to not only take it upon herself to correct every single thing that the other techs do but deal with her least favorite tech tomorrow night and the other things that drive her crazy. I could tell some stories, but I’m sure if she just Googled me she’d be able to find me without any trouble, so I’ll keep some stories to myself :)

We’ve been living here a month now, and so far things aren’t bad. I don’t freak out about every little creaking sound from upstairs like I used to do when Comrade moved around upstairs in Pawtucket, which is something that I was a bit worried about. We’re definitely eating better because Mom cooks us actual food, and we’ve been taking lunches to work (although I do get myself a #6 at Wendy’s once a week). Moneywise we’re doing ok so far. Eddie goes to work with Mom so we’re not making an extra work trip any longer, and the commute for me is only about 5 miles more than it was before. I have to get up a few minutes earlier to get to work on time, but it’s not that bad in terms of what we spend on gas - I put 10 gallons in today and it will probably last me until next Tuesday or so.

And those of you who don’t play WoW or don’t care either way can just skip this stuff. Eddie and I decided to take the plunge and leave our cushy little officer positions in the guild we were in. It was a tough decision; we’d been there since the guild was formed and had watched it grow from a handful of players to a pretty big guild. However, over the past few months it had really gone downhill, especially after the originally guild leader had left. Any time anyone had tried to set up anything, half the people who signed up wouldn’t show up, and the ones who did would wander on an hour after things got started at times. Eddie and I got tired of being considered 2nd string players and never, EVER getting invited to anything even though we’d made it quite clear that if we’re not on and someone wanted to do something we’re a text message away. For those of you who actually play and understand what I’m talking about, our guild managed to get into Kara as a guild once. Eddie and I were in there that time, and that was the only time we’d ever managed to get in, because no one ever thought to extend an invite to us. We were the guild bench warmers.

So this week we jumped ship and applied at a very large guild that has more organization than I’ve ever experienced, which is something that they’d need with something like 400 players (compared to our paltry 40) and something like 4 Kara runs going on at the same time every week just to farm badges, in addition to the extra ones that people organize on the fly during the week for folks who missed out and the bigger raids going on doing the 25-man instances. It’s quite the change, and really going to force me to totally go outside my comfort zone and actually talk to people. People that I don’t know. Thankfully, they seem like a cool bunch of people so far, and I’m looking forward to signing up for a run next week.

We’ve got an hour before bed, Plurk is acting up and we’re booked solid on WoW this week, so I’m thinking that Eddie and I are going to get our asses off the computers and go watch some X-Files while I crochet for a little while. I might just be able to finish an afghan before winter.

The rain has finally stopped for a day and we’ve got a nice, bright, sunshiny day here in Coventry. Eddie is complaining about how I won’t kiss him because his mouth smells like tuna from his lunch. Chaucer is sleeping somewhere, and Pickle is in her cage, curled up into a little cinnamon-bun shaped ball of fur. Everything is unpacked, and I’ve been slowly going through my crafting pile to get rid of things that I don’t need or won’t ever use.

We’re getting used to living here; it’s a quiet neighborhood, and the only excitement we’ve had lately is a squirrel falling from the roof, hitting our A/C, and landing in our wind chimes. And I slept through that. Even the loud motorcycles across the street have left I’ve started crocheting a bit again, this time an afghan for us, mostly while Eddie and I make our way through the 1st season of X-Files on DVD.

Last week was busy at work. I was the beginning of the month, meaning that we were filling pretty much nothing but heart meds and birth control, with the occasional pain killers thrown in here and there. The company is running a promotion right now where people can get up to $120 in gift cards if they transfer their meds from another pharmacy to us, so we’re stuck between a rock and a hard place at times. On one hand, we’re getting it drilled into our heads that they lost a lot of business during the merge/takeover last year, so they want all the business that they can get. On the other hand, this type of promotion attracts more of the type of people that no pharmacy wants: the ones who go from store to store, filling things at several different places at a time depending on who will fall for whatever line of bullshit they’re trying to use this week and who has the better promotional offer for prescription transfers.

We were talking about how cynical the job makes you, and how little faith we have in humanity after working there. I mean, we’ve got to deal with the fact that we need to treat every patient as though they are either a complete imbecile or junky. We need to specify that suppositories are to be unwrapped and are to be shoved up their asses, not swallowed. Oral antibiotics are to be swallowed, not applied to the ear with the infection. When a person comes in with a prescription and says, “I’m paying cash,” we immediately jump to the conclusion that they are one of the sketchy variety and assume that they have insurance and do everything possible to bill things out properly, including calling to the nearby chains to check them out.

Naturally, this makes everyone hate us, except for the little old ladies who think we’re wonderful.

The pictures are hung on the wall, making the place look a lot more “lived in” than it did. Since hanging the pictures was what I had planned for tomorrow, I’m thinking that tomorrow I might work on the cherry-print curtains for the kitchen. I’ve also got to pick up my truck from my Dad’s house, since he finished it on Friday.

We spent about $250 at Sam’s Club this afternoon. We bought about 2-3 weeks worth of meat, about 5lbs of fruit, and some household necessities like laundry soap and air fresheners. I’m probably going to make some blueberry slump this week sometime, and possibly attempt to make strawberry shortcake, because I could be nice and make desert for the family. Or I could just keep all of it for myself and make fruit smoothies with it.

I’ve learned a lot of things with this last move. For instance, I have way more yarn, scrap fabric, needlepoint supplies, and half-finished projects than any person should have (but any crafty person will tell you I’m normal!). I’ve learned that I’m pretty damned good with a power drill, a paint brush, and a few cans of spray paint, and can do a lot with just a little. I’ve learned that if you use the power drill to put a screw in a cabinet door and then unscrew it again for some reason, that screw will be really hot, and if you’re like me you’ll drop it on your bare foot while trying to avoid burning your hand. I’ve rediscovered that I love working with my hands, no matter what I’m doing, as long as it will turn out good in the end. I’m a sucker for home decorating magazines like Domino.

And I’ve learned that living in the basement will bring lots of spiders. *shudder*

Eddie and I are drinking. He’s got himself a case of Sam Adams, and I’m drinking vodka and Cherry Coke, a combination of doom that he introduced me to. Because he’s evil.

This weekend we’ll be going to Sam’s Club to buy some meat. Lots of meat. We’ll also be hanging up some pictures, or at least I’ll be putting them up on Sunday. I like hanging pictures, so this is ok with me. I’ve also been ordered to go through my boxes of craft things. All the boxes of craft things. All 6 boxes of craft things.

We had fun at work this week. With all the rain we’ve had it’s been seriously dead, and so we spend a lot of time just standing there with out thumbs up our asses. So this afternoon we’re standing at the counter, me and Supertech, each drinking a soda and eating something sweet, when this woman comes up to us with a box of Hydroxycut in one hand and another box of popular-diet-of-the-week in the other and asks us what the difference between them is and which one we think is better. “Well, you’ll need to talk to the pharmacist about that. We’re the ones sitting her eating candy and cookies and drinking Cokes.”

In geek news…. we’ve pretty much decided that our WoW guild has earned a reputation of not doing anything, so we’re looking into disbanding and reforming under a new name. We’re trying to decide what to name it, but we’ve got a few different names floating around.