Just so much fun to do…. One of the dresses that I made for my new neice, Maddie.

• still want to teach myself to knit. Maybe this weekend. #
• @mellusions I’m already on Ravelry - @edmcbride signed me up for my crochet pattern addiction #
• @mellusions my nick on there is chickygrrl if you want to be my only friend #
• @italia2 See ya supertech! #
• morning folks! #
• Looks like it’s going to be another slow one here in the ghetto #
• A slow day gets slow when the phones don’t work properly #
• the phones are still down. loving it. #

I’m feeling better, thanks for asking. My nose seems to have finally started to dry out, I’m on the last day of my period, and I only seem to have a cough at the end of the day. Eddie’s been bargaining with me to get me to take the Buckley’s, the most vile substance known to mankind, as well as giving me a liberal coating of Vapo-Rub before bed, which is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Yesterday I spent the majority of the day on the couch, curled up under a blanket, watching the BBC America channel all day.

Unfortunately, Supertech is still sickly with a fever. Poor girl. She needs a guy to rub her with Vapo-Rub I think. Preferably a non-freaky guy.

I should get dressed. Today we’re expecting to get some rain from Hanna, and we still need to go out and get some groceries and things for this week. I’d like to play a bit of WoW perhaps, and work on my crochet a little bit. My current work in progress is making one of these in various shades of green and blue. It’s worked from the inside out to the edges, and so far I’ve managed to get the two inside rounds and a few diamonds on the third round.

I’d also like to check out the tattoo shop up the street from here and see if they’ve got any sort of portfolios in the shop so I can check out what they can do. With any sort of luck we’ll have our check from the old apartment this week and can start working on more ink, so I’d like to check these guys out and see what they think they can do to fix my chest piece.

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.