Today was insane. The people just never stopped coming into the store, and each one had something different to complain about. They can’t write on the electronic signature pad. They’ve got a rash, and can someone look at it. They’ve had this prescription for a narcotic in their purse for 2 months and even though it was only good for 30 days, could we break the law and fill it anyway. They can’t take 1 single 200mg pill because it makes them crazy, but they can take 4 50mg tabs just fine, and can we call the doctor to get it switched (why, so we can just give you 120 tablets for you to trade for percocet?). We did have some fun trying to figure out how long the prescription for the condoms last week was supposed to last (so insurance can determine if it’s too soon to refill) and came to the conclusion that 24 condoms should last 24 days, because if none of us were getting it every single day, then there was no way in hell we were going to let some 15 year old crazy chick get it every day.
This is why you don’t piss off your pharmacy staff. You won’t get as much sex.
Eddie and I got to play some WoW last night and actually managed to do some productive playing, if you can call trash talking with other people and killing people in a virtual world “productive” at all. There’s plans to do more this week, and we’re trying to convince the current guild leader to not change the guild’s name to something completely retarded.
Our back door is currently unlocked. In fact, it doesn’t have a lock. It doesn’t even have a fucking doorknob at the moment. Comrade came down this afternoon and painted it, so it’s open and drying for the entire night. This isn’t very fun, because tomorrow neither of us will be home to make sure he doesn’t poke around in here. Adding to the list of assinine bullshit this man has spewed from his mouth is his comment that we waste time on our computers and that we should take a weeklong vacation because he wants to come in and paint the rooms and work on some of the molding in the bathroom. He’s also annoyed that none of our windows had the mysterious serial numbers that he was looking for; the seals in his are leaking and he’s getting condensation between the panes, and I guess he needs the serial numbers for some reason but none of the windows in the house have them. Tough shit for him.
Aside from the Polish invasion today has been pretty normal. It’s been raining so there’s no drive-in plans for us. We drank a pot of coffee then switched to tea because we had no more sugar. Eddie made a pot of Kraft dinner for lunch and we ate that while playing WoW. We’ve finally hit level 40 and gotten our mounts, and we’re actually about halfway to 42 right now. We did a bunch of grinding and questing this afternoon, and maybe we’ll do some more tonight. We went to Pizzeria Uno for dinner, stopped at WalMart to buy some new bulbs for the truck’s head and tail lights and new wipers, then went to Petco to play with the ferrets. I can’t believe how tiny Pickle is compared to the ones they’ve got there. Eddie said that if we were in a new place we’d have taken one of them home with us.
I talked with my Dad this morning. He invited us down for a cookout this week at his house, which is cool. I did tell a tiny lie to him when he asked what I was doing, I told him I’d just gotten out of bed, but didn’t reveal that I was sitting on the toilet. Some things a father just doesn’t need to know.
The weekend was nice and relaxing. Any weekend where we can stay in bed an extra hour or three and hang out in the living room playing WoW all afternoon is a good weekend in my book. We crawled out of bed at about 9am and drank coffee and played a bit of WoW, finally making it to level 37. I broke the 300 gold mark on my character, which makes me quite happy; I’m all set in 3 levels to buy my mount and then keep saving for gear, skills, and other assorted neccessities in the game. Like another pet slot so that I can tame a giraffe. I’m also in dire need of another bank slot because I’m a freaking pack rat with a bankful of things that I can’t use at all right now, but might be able to get use out of later. Another thing that I can’t wait to do is hit level 40 and do my crafting quest.
We went to the drive-in on Saturday night. We left the house and drove up to Cumberland to get big sandwiches, cash, and some snacks. We brought lawn chairs to sit in, but ended up just folding down the back seats of the truck and curling up in the back with pillows and a blanket. It was super comfy, which completely made up for the fact that Spiderman 3 bit the big one. It was way too long, drawn out, and I’m sorry, but I’d could have done without the wrestling with the personal demons thought the whole thing. None of the villains were very good, and the Gwen character was really, really pointless. And what Spiderman movie would be completely without Kirsten Dunst dangling from the air? They may as well just start titling the rest of the series Mary Jane vs. Gravity 4. The second half of the double feature was Ghostrider, which we left 45 minutes into because we’d seen it before, and it wasn’t much better on the big screen (we’d already seen a pirated copy on DVD).
Yesterday we went to Mom’s house. I had hot wings for lunch, read my book, and then picked up Eddie from work. We rented Deja Vu over there which was sooooo much better than everything else we’d seen over the weekend. Today we both worked, and we were both busy, so we’re eating sausage sandwiches for dinner and then going into the bedroom to watch TV for the rest of the night like the lazy slobs we are 
We have been lazy today. We slept in, then played a little bit of Wow just long enough to check our characters’ mailboxes and discuss plans for later. Pickle came out and played with us, running around the living room like a psychotic ball of fur and teeth and claws before attacking me ankles in the bathroom for no other reason than that I was standing on the bathroom rug. We showered, and Eddie had fun putting the shower head on the “spray flesh from bone” setting and “painting” my back red; it felt divine on my still terribly sore back. Then we drove up to Attleboro to check out Newbury Comics’s selection of lawn gnomes. From there we hit Stop & Shop to grab food for lunch and dinner, and then on to my store to grab some pink flamingos, tin foil, Breathe Right strips, and dishwasher soap.
Nanny is in good spirits, either that or has decided that she’s just going to do whatever the fuck she wants at this point in life. She wants to spend her money (she’s going to be doing that anyway, her chemo meds are about $650/cycle). She wants a sports car. She came upstairs last night and had Brian make her a drink. She made Brian go out and get her a DVD to watch. For the first time in several years she didn’t eat a salad with her dinner. She laughed at my joke about how it’s a short trip from breast cancer to colon cancer when your boobs already hang down that far anyway.
At now, since we’ve finished out dinner of fish and chips and have done some good stuff in WoW already (reaching level 36 and doing a Scarlet Monestary run with some guildmates), I think we’ll retrieve Pickle from her spot in the bathroom and retire to the bedroom for tv and books. We’ve both got work in the morning, and I’d like to be able to relax tonight so that I’m mellow enough tomorrow and don’t stab my idiot of a pharmacist in the eye with a spatula or brain her with a tray when she fucks something up.
It’s been a long, wet week here. Yesterday we had flooding and rain and winds that were blowing the truck around and tore down the massive sign at work. This made for a super slow day at work. Friday’s floating RPh was just as terrible as expected, and someone put yet another medication guide into the shredder, jamming it for the 3rd time in 3 weeks and forcing me to tape a sign to it saying “Every time you put a med guide into the shredder, GOD KILLS A KITTEN“. I went and picked up Eddie at Mom’s house, drank a large screwdriver, and returned home to dream of strange shit that I know I wanted to remember but couldn’t. It was slow enough on Saturday for the sign to be changed to “ferret” by someone with a sense of humor, even including a picture of Pickle. On Sunday I left early because it was completely dead due to rain, which continues even today.
Saturday afternoon Eddie and I drank a lot of coffee, went to Newbury Comics so I could buy some new nose studs, got some lunch, and then made an effort to get to level 40 in WoW, only succeeding in going from level 31 to almost 34. We got to 34 last night, and we’re happily trying to get more folks to actively use the guild’s website. I volunteered to try to sell some of the gear taking up space in the guild bank on the server’s auction house to try to make a profit, since I seem to have a knack for making gold. What remains to be seen is whether or not the guild wants me to reinvest the gold I get from selling stuff and try to make more gold, or if they’d prefer not to risk it.
Tomorrow I’ve got the day off. I plan on doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I might not even get dressed. I’ll probably spend the afternoon curled up on the couch reading my book, since I’ve gotten completely sucked into the Outlander series.
