Murdering people

I was once asked why I didn't get into pharmacy as a career, I just said that the pharmacy was just another job that I have so I can pay for things. Today I found an even better reason not to become a pharmacist.

Things weren't terribly busy, a drive through here, pick up there. Once in a while I'd count something. It was everything a Sunday should be until a customer came through the drive through and we didn't have his medication ready. We didn't have it ready for him because A. We called the doctor and got no response and B. he never had that medication at our pharmacy so we really needed the doctor's authorization and dosing to dispense the medication. I kindly told him that it wasn't ready because we were waiting for the doctor to call us back. He told me that he had gone without it for the past three days and that he'd invite the pharmacy to the funeral when he died. The only thing I could do at that moment was to close the drive through window and mouth to myself, "I hope you die."

Normally when someone has a problem with a medication I care a little bit more but since we had already tried to call the doctor for a medication he wasn't prescribed in the past, I had no sympathy for him. It's people like that man that make me not want to be a pharmacist. I just don't care enough about people to be that helpful and want them to live.

Muddled days

Each day seems to slur into the next as the convention approaches. I wake up, work on the costume in some manner, worry about money, watch TV, and go to bed. Life keeps going even though I have a deadline that will happen if I have a costume ready or not. This is exactly why I like to dress like a normal person at conventions, there is so much less stress when I can just open my closet and find something cool to wear. Oh well, all is on schedule for now, kimono is half way done. I still need to go buy more fabric for my over coat... thing... and ribbon for my hakama. My wig needs to be styled and I need a skull cap to pull my normal hair up. But do I have the money for any of this? There are bills that need to be paid, food needs to be bought, other odds and ends need to be tied up. Too much to do, too little time to do it in.

One familiar ceiling

After I got back "home" I went back to the bedroom that I was sleeping in. When I got there, I turned on the light, immediately noticed a tuft of hair sticking out of the comforter, turned the light off, and wander down the hall in the dark to the guest bedroom. I'm not used to navigating the house in the dark since I'm usually there by myself. Eventually I found the door. The sleeper sofa wasn't pulled out so I just found a blanket and went to bed.

When I woke up all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. But I had too much energy so I went downstairs to talk to the lady I house sit for. She gave me a check and we talked a bit before watching some TV. Hunger pains began to develop in my stomach, I decided to walk the dog instead of eating anything. When I got back one of the kids were sitting at the table eating waffles and the husband was reading the paper. I decided to watch more Dexter the husband joined me but the oldest son finished his waffles and went to his room... or something.

Eventually I decided to take a shower and... watch more Dexter until my hair dried. Once it had dried enough to straighten I went to the oldest son's room to do my hair where we met up. He asked me if I wanted to eat. I said yes and did my hair.

Lunch was great, going to the bookstore was great. Oh god, I have a crush. Fuck.

Another unfamiliar ceiling

Have you ever wanted to go back to sleep in a familiar bed so bad that you'd kill someone just to sleep?
Probably not. Well, That's the current situation,I want to go back to a friends house so much. I just want to wake up to a familiar ceiling.
I had a normal day,I got up, took an exam, and went back to the house to walk the dog. After that I watched some TV, fell asleep on the couch, and went to my violin lesson. Normal, mundane, boring, and what I'm used to. After the lesson I went to the mall for free arie stuff+ food. When I got back to the house sitting gig, Kirk was there. I've complained about that guy before, right? No need to explain. I saw his car in the drive way and drove past the house in disbelief, like if I drove around he'd be gone. But he wouldn't, it was a sacrifice for working for an ex's parents. When I went in,his brother was talking on the phone (his brothers car was also in the drive way, no surprise there) so I just imagined that Kirk was playing WoW or something. No, life isn't that easy, when Kirk made his presence know he was with his girlfriend. That was a little bit weird. I had an uncontrollable urge to get out of the house as fast as I could but had no reason to. After trying my best to be kind to the new girl that had been thrown into my life, I Paul asked if I wanted to come over so I went over there.
It's not like I don't like being over here, it's just that I'm not comfortable sleeping here for some reason. I love hanging out with Paul... but... I don't know, I usually just go home after partying. I'll probably drink more water, eat more pretzels, and sit here for another 3 hours to get sober enough to drive to the place that I was house sitting. Ugh, why does life have to be so complicated.