Wednesday March 2, 2005

We tend to talk about strange things while working. Whether it be Sarah just being Sarah (which if you knew her would be scary enough), to Darlene talking about sex, we have some interesting personalities that tend to mix together with some results that aren't fit for tv.

If our pharmacy were a tv show, we'd certainly have to be on HBO. The language itself is bad enough. Nevermind that a lot of conversation tends to drift towards sexual innuendo. Our pharmacy would be rated M for language, violence, and sexual content.

Yes, it's a pharmacy.

Today was one of the prime examples of how strange the place could get, but a lot of it was carrying over from yesterday. The key ingredients? Swati's turtle, Tommy, steroids, crack, and a very strange discussion on balls.

It basically all started yesterday when, while reading the paper, I ran into a picture of a snapping turtle that had been caught on the training field for the Cleveland Indians. The thing was massive, and since Swati had been talking about her turtle, I immediately thought of it.

I asked Swati to come over to where I was and asked her to look at the picture. When she did, it was only natural for me to ask "is Tommy taking steroids Swati?" She just gave me one of her bewildered looks, looked at the picture, and called me a bad boy.

By the end of the shift, it had degenerated to Tommy, the crack-smoking turtle. Then it was Tommy, who shoots up heroin.

Yes, I was fairly bored.

Well, today Swati was for some reason talking about what she gives Tommy to eat and at some point she must had mentioned giving him food pellets, or in Swati's words, "balls." I hear Melissa, our pharmacist, ask why Swati was giving her turtle (a male turtle I might add) balls. Swati didn't catch on right away, so she tried to explain it.

I was listening the whole time and finally chipped in after Swati mentioned cutting back on how many balls Tommy the turtle was getting. By the time we were done, we had all been laughing hard and Swati finally figured out the joke.

Yes, we're sick.

Other than that, it was basically a normal day on the job. It was slow in the morning, busy in the afternoon, the slow as I was leaving, but that was mostly because it was still snowing. We ended up with about a foot of snow from the storm in the end, which was more than they thought. The thing about it was it was supposed to be heaviest yesterday and ease up overnight. Instead, it didn't actually start snowing hard until around 6 or 7 in the evening yesterday, then didn't taper off until around 8 or 9 tonight.

So, March comes and it continues to snow. If it weren't Ohio, I'd be wondering about it, but it seems to snow a lot early in March.

It's okay though. Snow doesn't bother me. It's the other idiots on the road who get to me.

Seriously, who in their right mind drives in a snowstorm while talking on their cell phone? I for one, will not be talking on my phone if I'm trying to make sure I drive in a straight line. There should be a rule that if you can't see the road, you shouldn't be able to talk on your phone.

Seriously, I watched four people in a row whip by my on the highway today, all talking on their phone.

Dumbasses.

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Last night I went bowling with Sarah and Lennie. I'm still pretty bad, but I'm definitely getting better. Whereas before getting close to 100 was a challenge in itself, I'm actually able to consistently get over 100. My all-time high score is 176, something I'm kind of proud of. Of course, Sarah's is 177.

It was fun though. Lennie and Sarah were playing for money, but every time one would lose, they'd raise the stakes for the next game, then the other person would win and the process repeated itself. They played two full games, Sarah winning one and Lennie winning the other (at least personally; the last game I won overall). Lennie was smoking her in the third game, but time ran out and the lane shut off.

The same drunk group from last time was back there last night though. I swear the girl who was arguing with her boyfriend was looking at me all night, but she might have been looking at the dudes behing me even though you could tell they were younger. I tried not to look since her boyfriend was only about six times my size and could probably use me as a bowling ball.

I just tried to enjoy bowling and I did.

I actually can't wait to go again next week.