Saturday we spent the night at Mom’s house. It was just way too hot to stay in the apartment without the a/c. We got the bedroom all set up with a rug and set up our chairs and the cage and my sewing area, played with the animals, and generally enjoyed ourselves. I attempted to sleep through the night and failed dismally, decided to go against the original plan of sleeping in a little bit while Eddie picked up the U-Haul because I figured that since I’d been up since 4am anyway, I may as well go back to the old place with him and help pack up the computers and stuff.

A piece of advice for everyone reading this. Don’t ever attempt to move in 96F heat. You’ll be miserable, and no amount of ice packs stuffed into your bra will make you feel any better.

But we did manage to get everything out of the apartment that needed to be moved, and now we’re all happily set up in the basement. Eddie has made a lot of progress with setting up the new house while I’ve been working this week. The kitchen is pretty clear, the living room is finished, the bedroom has a few assorted things that need to get put away (clothes! more clothes!), and the bathroom has been converted into another closet which is acting as a storage space for all of my craft things, with the added bonus of a toilet and sink inside it. I could, in theory, craft and crap at the same time.

The humidity has finally left the area and the world is just tolerably warm again. This doesn’t change the fact that Eddie is still walking around the house buck naked like he’s part of a National Geographic African photoshoot. Just paler.

Someone (not saying who) forgot to close up Pickle’s cage doors last night, and so at about 3AM she decided to join us in bed. Luckily for her she found my non-ticklish feet first, otherwise had she found Eddie’s she probably would have been kicked off the bed. You know that toe-sucking scene in The 40 Year Old Virgin? That’s how Eddie reacts to anything other than socks touching his feet. chaucer sat on the dresser and just meowed at me while I put her back into the cage. On a good note, the animals are doing much better since we managed to get the a/c working in the bedroom. Another week and a half before they’re at the new place and we’ve got a better a/c for them to lay in front of.

Work was interesting today. We had a floater pharmacist who is known throughout the district as being a lazy-assed guy who comes in for the day, makes a huge mess, and then leaves a bunch of problem issues in your lap that will haunt you for the next week. I only had to bitch at him once to do some work because, as I told him, “the customer is not only waiting for her drug she’s watching you do nothing at all right now”. However, I did steal his Silly Putty away from him, so I think it all worked out in the end.

And I’d like to congratulate my lovely husband for officially surviving 6 years of living with me.

I’m really, really tired of this heat. I’m tired of the humidity. I’m tired of being clammy all the time and sticking to myself when I’m trying to get to sleep.

I’m tired of seeing my poor animals laying on the floor all spread-eagle and miserable in their fur. Neither of them is happy like this, and it sucks that there’s nothing we can do because a tiny a/c won’t cool off the entire apartment and anything bigger than the smallest model will blow the circuit breaker after 2 minutes. And neither of the animals appreciates being dunked in the water to cool off.

I’m tired of people coming into the store and saying “Boy are you lucky to be in here! Har har!” like they’re the first people in the world to have thought it up. No, we’re not lucky, we’re working because we have bills, and you’re not funny. The pharmacy doesn’t get the a/c flowing through the pharmacy’s vents because our manager doesn’t think that it’s a huge priority to fix since the rest of the store’s vents are working just fine - to the point where it’s cold out there sometimes. Those of us under the lights and wearing the white coats are warm as hell.

Is it fall yet?

One more day of house sitting and then Eddie and I can sleep in our own bed.

Tomorrow is going to be hectic. Eddie works until 4pm and I’m in there until 6pm. He’s coming back to Mom’s house and grabbing our things and getting stuff straightened up, and then when I get there we’ll feed Mom’s zoo, pack up our animals and go back to our place with Mom’s truck. We’ll figure out what to have for dinner, then we’ll catch a showing of Wanted and spend the night at our house. Saturday we’ll drive back down to Mom’s, let in whatever cats may be outside, let out whoever wants/needs to go out, get my still-unfinished truck from my Dad, then pick up Mom and Brian at the airport. Mom already declared that she won’t be cooking, so we’ll probably get some pizza for dinner.

Sunday Eddie will be working, and I’ll spend the day sewing up the curtains that I probably should have done this week, had I not left the sewing machine in the truck. We got very little done downstairs at the new place. Eddie did a 3rd coat on one of the dark blue walls (it really needed it) before he had to stop because of a headache, and I put up the cork board and did nothing else.

This week has been filled with total losers and sucktastic death at work. One of our nicest customers died this week, prompting us to ask why the assholes are immortal but the sweet people end up dying young. We had a guy completely lie about his narcotics, resulting in 2 calls to his MD before we finally got to rip up his scripts and pissing him off. Cue another 2 or 3 or 15 people who want to try to get early refills on their narcotics by coming to our store and trying to pay cash after forgetting that we have their insurance info on file and big notes in their profiles saying “likes to shop around for percocet and oxycontin” so we know that they’re losers.

Add the psycho bitch scamming gods-know how many stores buying glucometers with a coupon to get them for $9.99 and arguing with cashiers about how because they’re on sale for $9.99 and the coupon says she gets it for $9.99, she actually gets it for free. She’s yelling “but it’s a manufacturer’s coupon! It’s free! You’ll get reimbursed up to $65 dollors it says!” Um, no, sorry, do not pass Go, do not collect your free Freestyle meter, and get the hell out of my store. It took me, the pharmacist, the assistant store manager, and someone from the meter’s manufacturer to get her out of the store, and she left without the meters because we wouldn’t cave. There’s absolutely no reason in the world a woman needs to buy 2 meters at once (and I’m certain that had we had more than that in stock she would have bought more) and carry around 5 of the same coupon in her bag unless she’s planning on returning the meters to get the full price of $75 refunded to her.

Losers with a capital L.

Well, we’ve managed to accomplish what we needed to do this morning. The truck has been delivered to Dad’s house for work, and Mom and Brian have been safely delivered to the airport for the trip to Florida.

Brian bought himself a little mp3 player last week, but their computer is a bit too old to handle downloading music reliably (Limewire randomly unloads itself, the player itself took 3 days of fiddling before the computer was able to see it, etc), so he gave it to me last night to load up some of my music collection onto it before they left for the trip. Eddie did the same thing with a little one that he let Mom borrow as well. Brian gave Eddie permission to use his truck while they’re gone, which is roughly equivalent to the president allowing someone to babysit the Big Red Button that starts dropping atomic bombs on random countries. This is MAJOR SHIT.

We’ll be gone for 10 days, but thankfully we will have internet over there so updates will not just be random bits from Twitter or Plurk. We’ll be able to spend lots of time working on the new place, as I’ve got about 3 projects currently in the works over there.

• finish painting the cabinet knobs red
• make the curtains for the rooms I bought fabric for
• finish the cork board I started the other day
• paint the trim and edge the living room properly

The other big project is to introduce Chaucer to Jazz, Belle, and Tuffy, his new siblings. While we plan on keeping him downstairs while we live there, we’re not going to be sleeping downstairs this time around because A) it’s not finished, and B) Tuffy would go absolutely apeshit and bark/cry all night. So Chaucer gets to meet other animals, which is going to be very, very interesting.