On Twitter I once posted something along the lines of “I rarely throw a hissy fit at this advanced age, but when I do… it’s inside a drug store.”
And it’s true. What’s the story with those places?! Why do they infuriate me so?
Just yesterday I went into one, to pick up a prescription for Toney, and was flexing my jaws within minutes. There were two registers open, and one line. I appreciated the fairness of the situation, but knew it would only lead to problems. Because humanity is a shithouse.
It was going well for a while, but at some point we crossed some kind of threshold, and my inner-sensors were telling me it was taking too long. Pick up the pace, dickheads!
And eventually, while we waited… someone did the predictable thing: walked up and tried to turn it into a two registers/two lines kind of deal. Apparently the dude thought there were five people waiting to use the register on the right, while nobody was waiting for the register on the left? More likely, he was just oblivious… like the rest of the human race.
I assessed the situation, and felt like I was still at an advantage. The old guy in front of me seemed to be wrapping it up, while the old lady in front of him was still talking about her grandson the Lids manager, or whatever. The people behind me? They were on their own.
But my old guy wouldn’t leave. It took an impossible amount of time, and I was huffing and puffing, shifting from foot to foot. If the interloper got helped first, and I hadn’t made an issue of it… Well, I’d hate myself, even more than usual.
But the guy finally moved, and I won. Ha! I felt like pumping my fist in the air. The interloper could suck it. And after I was finished, I asked the cashier, “Just curious? Why did it take me, like, 30 seconds to complete my transaction, and it takes everybody else 7 minutes? What’s the difference?”
Wanna guess her response? It’s the question of the day, and here’s a hint: It was highly unsatisfactory.
Toney’s sick. We thought she had the flu, and I convinced her to go to an Urgent Care kind of place. I mean, Jesus J. McChrist… It sounded like a tuberculosis ward in here. But, as it turns out, it’s not the flu. It’s something along the lines of a severe sinus infection. I’m unclear. But she’s hawkin’ and snottin’, and running a temperature. They gave her a prescription, which is what I was picking up when I encountered the interloper.
I have to be careful, when Toney’s sick. Luckily, it doesn’t happen very often, but I’ve been around long enough to know the drill. I can’t show even a hint of concern about catching her illness. If I do, I only care about myself, and am one selfish son of a bitch. It’s a tightrope, I tell ya…
Wish me luck, my friends.
I got some rare good news last week: I’ve been promoted at work. On February 15 I’ll move into a new role. I found out last Wednesday, and wasn’t allowed to talk about it. But they announced it on Friday, so I didn’t have to sit on it too long.
This is a job I applied for several years ago, and was denied. But this time around… it worked out. It’ll be a new set of challenges, with more responsibility (much more), but I’m ready for it. I’ve been in the same position for seven years; it’s well past the time for a shake-up.
Also, it should lead to a more sensible schedule. Generally speaking, I shouldn’t have to work 55 hours per week, like I’m doing now. I’m sure I’ll occasionally have those kinds of weeks, just not all the time. And that’ll be an improvement.
Maybe I can even get this site back on track soon? That’s one of the goals. The past few months have kicked my ass. But there’s been a payoff. I know, I can hardly believe it myself…
It’s snowing here, and the schools are closed. On Facebook I saw that one of my colleagues at work didn’t make it in today, and it’s supposed to get worse as the day progresses.
I hate this shit, I really do. I’m going in, but will be harboring a low-wattage worry all night. I have a 40 mile ride home, and that’s a lot of opportunity for mayhem. I think tomorrow is going to be exactly the same, and so was this past Friday. Enough already! Enough with the “snow events.”
On Friday night it was a freaking mess out there. Interstate 81 hadn’t been touched, and there were cars going 20 mph with their flashers on. I had to venture into the left lane to go around them, and that was the wild frontier over there: it felt like I was the first person to ever drive in that lane, and the snow was dragging against the underbelly of my car.
And now I get to do it two more times, in as many days. Simply fantastic.
I have more stuff to tell you about, but need to call it a day here. I’ll try to write more in the next day or two. Stay tuned.
Thanks for reading, my friends!