MY LIFE - AUGUST

Friday, August 2, 2002

I know I haven't written in nearly a week and a few things have contributed to this. Number one, today was inventory time at my store and I had spent the previous week preparing for and helping with inventory. This involved me working overtime to sit and count out all our cells and cassettes, which took well over six hours to do and left with a pounding headache. Those things are not quiet.

Second, I was at Cedar Point (see pics below) on Monday with my mom and I think I wore myself out, something like that, because I was very sick Tuesday and Wednesday, calling off on Wednesday.

Third was the adjustment to a new pharmacist that so far, seems like a good guy to work with. He's very friendly, he's very up front about things, and he seems genuinely concerned about straightening things out with the pharmacy and inventory. He asked me all sorts of questions about what I did and seemed happy with my answers, which in turn made me feel a little better about things.

The fourth thing has been the MTV Music Generator that I got. I have to admit, while a bit restricting until I learn how to create my own samples, it's pretty addicting to try and make music that sounds good. I've enjoyed it and intend to learn new things with it. I think it would be pretty kick ass if I could make music. I think I have an ear for it, I just can't play shit.

All of those things have left me tired and really wishing that my vacation week was this upcoming week instead of the week after. I'm looking forward to my two days off on Monday and Tuesday, the latter of which sees a return trip to Cedar Point. Yeah, I'm probably crazy, but I love the place.

Cedar Point. Had a pretty damn good time. It was just my mom and me and we went on as many rides as we could given a nearly three hour rain delay in the afternoon. That rain cost us our attempt of the Millenium Force, but didn't keep us off of the Power Tower and the ride that used to scare the shit out of me, the Magnum. Need proof?

That would be me and that would be my mom next to me, on our third trip on the big ass coaster. You see, the line was short enough to where we could get on it again and again, even though my mom was panicking going up the hill the first time. It's a long way up and you can't see much when it's dark out like it was when we were on.

It was pretty amazing to ride that thing. It's so fast and such a rush that you have to get back on again. Prior to that, we had gone on the Power Tower, which was another one that we both looked at each other and had our doubts. 240 feet is nothing to fuck with, but we did it. 3 times all together. It was just an awesome feeling to fly up fast, then come flying back down. At night.

I do have another pic as well, this from the Raptor, which was our first ride. I'll admit, the first hill caught me off guard. I ran out of breath and could only must a "holy shit" the rest of the way down. It was a good ride though.

The magnum made me yell though. I had never yelled so loud going down a hill as I did, but it wasn't a scared yell. It was a pumped up yell, the kind of yell that helps fuel the adrenaline needed to survive that kind of ride.

We had a good time, which is why we're going back. If I get more pictures of that, I'll put them up.

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Work really wore me out though. I hate inventory time, not because it's a hassle, but because there's so much you have to do to get ready, and then there's very little recognition for what you did. I spent six hours counting out every fucking tablet that we had in our automation, and I don't get any kind of special thank you or nothing, just a pat on the shoulder and more whispers as to what's wrong with the inventory.

In the meantime, I'm sitting here wondering when our house is going to be finished, I have to register for school still, I have to try and make a good impression on our new pharmacist in charge (PIC), and I have to sit and wonder if I'm going to be moved.

I say that because of Jim's transfer, not that he wants me over there, but if they are going to get automation, I wouldn't be surprised if he does try and pull one of us over there. I'm already filling in there in two weeks to help out (although I am getting lunch out of it) and wouldn't be surprised if he asks for more help. I also think it's a little weird that he asked me first.

I won't transfer and I doubt that he'd ask me to, but it's something that I wonder about. Despite all the insults we traded with each other, we actually got along very well. I think Jim misses us the way we miss him and it wouldn't surprise me at all if he tried to lure someone over.

But I'm way off subject now. Today was inventory day. Now, the fact that about 30 people are patrolling your store, scanning every single solitary item that exists, is bad enough, it's worse when every five minutes you hear a "price check!" yelled out somewhere. Even worse, the constant beeping and the fact that these people are constantly in your way and don't move. They won't. Roberta had to tell one of them that she had a job to do too and she didn't care if the person didn't want move, she was going to. Bert's the wrong person to piss off too.

So this inventory is being done, I'm ringing today (which I didn't mind at all after yesterday's fun), and it's incredibly busy early on. I mean, there's constantly six people in line from about 10 until 12:30pm when it finally tames down a little bit. It was so warm in the pharmacy today too. Way too many people back there which meant a lot of people crashing into each other all day. Finally, about 1, the inventory was done.

The rest of my day was spent cleaning up the mess that had built up in the corner of the pharmacy that I was putting off because I rarely had time to get back there. Well, it's done now.

Next up: the fourth round of outdate returns. God dammit, quit filling up that drawer already!

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I'm tired. I could write more, but I really don't give a shit right now. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. I don't know. I frankly don't care either. I have not been in the mood for writing and I could care less if you like it or not.

Oh yeah, I'm crabby tonight. Could you tell?