Already dreading discourse about "my weekend."
Okay, so, tonight is definitely one of the nights that I would not normally have posted. Thoughts keep falling out of my brain. Foughts theep falling out of my brain. Not functioning well.
I worked for 8 (and a quarter, DAMN YOU PEOPLE who saunter in at 5:07 and inquire innocently, "oh what time are you open 'til???" and I try to kill you with my mind but am just so so tired that it's clearly not working and then I marvel at my coworker who is doing a much better job than me at covering up her killy thoughts*) hours today. And as my recent days have been filled with dizziness and hunger and general all-around feeling weird itude and then today was too with all the standing up and walking around and the lack of the ergonomic cushy mat you stand on thing (*sob*) ... what the hell was I saying.
So I hope I do not anger the breast cancer survivors of the English-speaking world.
Once I was at work at my old pharmacy, my favorite place in the world, and I was sitting on a stool cleaning the pharmacy shelves (GOD HOW I HATED DOING THAT) but anyway I was down below the counter (by the way, do you know why the pharmacy is always up higher than the rest of the floor? they started doing that so that nobody could see the freaky shit they were putting into the "pills") and so no customers could see me and these two guys came in and coincidentally both of their wives were going through treatment for breast cancer at the time. The pharmacist, one of my favorite people in the world, and also an engaging, gregarious people-liker, knew this and got them to strike up a conversation about it, then left them to talk.
And the ensuing conversation was wrenching. I listened to them until I was sobbing, hunched over on my squeaky footstool, trying to be silent. One guy's wife was just starting chemo, and the other guy's wife was almost done. They were doing for each other what only people in that situation can do for each other. How awful it was.
God, okay, I think I must usually decide to post when I'm in a good mood -- or blind with rage over politics. Drunk with exhaustion, not so much. I'm going to take my remaining ... can't think of word for small amounts of things ... uhh ... this is ridiculous ... bits of energy and try not to fall asleep before I'm out of the shower and at least halfway down the hall. Bonus points for being toweled off and/or clothed.
*or not even harboring them at all, the humanity the humanity!
I worked for 8 (and a quarter, DAMN YOU PEOPLE who saunter in at 5:07 and inquire innocently, "oh what time are you open 'til???" and I try to kill you with my mind but am just so so tired that it's clearly not working and then I marvel at my coworker who is doing a much better job than me at covering up her killy thoughts*) hours today. And as my recent days have been filled with dizziness and hunger and general all-around feeling weird itude and then today was too with all the standing up and walking around and the lack of the ergonomic cushy mat you stand on thing (*sob*) ... what the hell was I saying.
So I hope I do not anger the breast cancer survivors of the English-speaking world.
Once I was at work at my old pharmacy, my favorite place in the world, and I was sitting on a stool cleaning the pharmacy shelves (GOD HOW I HATED DOING THAT) but anyway I was down below the counter (by the way, do you know why the pharmacy is always up higher than the rest of the floor? they started doing that so that nobody could see the freaky shit they were putting into the "pills") and so no customers could see me and these two guys came in and coincidentally both of their wives were going through treatment for breast cancer at the time. The pharmacist, one of my favorite people in the world, and also an engaging, gregarious people-liker, knew this and got them to strike up a conversation about it, then left them to talk.
And the ensuing conversation was wrenching. I listened to them until I was sobbing, hunched over on my squeaky footstool, trying to be silent. One guy's wife was just starting chemo, and the other guy's wife was almost done. They were doing for each other what only people in that situation can do for each other. How awful it was.
God, okay, I think I must usually decide to post when I'm in a good mood -- or blind with rage over politics. Drunk with exhaustion, not so much. I'm going to take my remaining ... can't think of word for small amounts of things ... uhh ... this is ridiculous ... bits of energy and try not to fall asleep before I'm out of the shower and at least halfway down the hall. Bonus points for being toweled off and/or clothed.
*or not even harboring them at all, the humanity the humanity!
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