The Final Countown….
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?
I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
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.
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?
So it’s Saturday, and I’m getting ready to enjoy my day off by going to get my hair cut and go to my mother’s house for the day. We didn’t get home until about 10:30pm last night, and ended up going to bed an hour later. I didn’t get to sleep very quickly, even with the added bonus of a Benadryl, and woke up at around 5am because I needed to pee, so I’ve been up and about for a while now.
Last night seemed to be narcotic night at the store. If people weren’t coming in with scripts for hardcore painkillers, it was ADHD meds. Last week started our compliance with the “Meth Awareness Act” or some such, so now anything with pseudoephedrine (Sudafed’s active ingredient) - essentially anything with a decongestant - is behind the counter and we need ID to sell it so we’ve got a log of who’s mixing up bathtub crank and who just has a cold. And, to make matters even more fun, on Monday we start selling syringes over the counter, which we also need to check ID for. Thankfully we don’t need to write those names down.
This next week will be a blur, much like most of this month has been. I may or may not be working for a few hours on Wednesday, which would be nice because I’ll be losing hours on Friday due to graduation. I’m also going to call and make an appointment with my doctor to get a checkup and to discuss some fun things like birth control and the possibility of getting my ass on some long-overdue psych meds in hopes that I can get this depression and anxiety under control. Can I get 3 cheers for being crazy? And maybe a suggestion for a med that won’t fuck me up sexually?
I swear, sometimes I wonder if these people have two braincells to rub together.
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