MY LIFE - NOVEMBER

Sunday, November 5, 2000

I don't know how I'm still up right now. I'm very tired, my head's throbbing, and I just got home from working my first Sunday in a long time. I was fine until I got up in my room and sat down to eat something. Once I got that far, there was no turning back. When you sit down, it's all over. You don't want to get up for anything, even if you know you might have to.

It's probably a good thing that no one's written me back either. I don't know if I'd have the energy to write back all that much, at least in terms of anything that might be considered coherent. I never thought I'd be this tired from working just eight hours on a day that wasn't even all that busy. But I am. Maybe it's because I haven't worked a Sunday in so long. My body's used to a routine that I'm not going to be following anymore.

I don't know how my schedule is going to work out next week. I don't mind going to work at 2 or 3 in the afternoon. It makes it harder for me to get home and have time to write anything to anyone or to talk to anyone, but it's easier on me in that I don't have to get up that early. I can stay up a little later if I have to in order to get something done.

I don't like this Sunday thing one bit, but I was needed for it. There were only two of us after around 6 and that made things a little hairy at times, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. The people, the situations didn't bother me at all, no matter how stupid they got.

I had one woman complain about her copay, which is nothing new. She said it was $5 and that I was wrong about what the script had come up, which was $10. It didn't help that the medicine was generic in her mind either, but I told her chances were good that her plan had changed and her copay had gone up. She said that she wanted brand if it was going to be $10, so I went to switch it, already knowing that it was going to be more than $10.

It was almost $20. I told her this and she decided she'd take the generic after all and that she'd call the insurance company, just as I had suggested to her just moments ago. She paid up, and I sent her on her way.

Once again for all you who think you know what's going on. We do NOT set the copays on prescriptions covered by insurance. That's up to your insurance company and you. We just send them the claim electronically and they send a response on what to collect. There is no way for us to change or modify the price. If it's different from what you thought it would be, then you are wrong. No questions asked. Contact your insurance company or benefits coordinator and find out what your plan is like.

Other than that little spat, there wasn't much to talk about. No real problems. I did what I was supposed to do and I did it with a lot of ease. I didn't get backed up too much and I never had any real problems. My experience as a tech for two years shows at times. I know the customers didn't recognize me, but there was only one person who refused to believe what I was telling them.

That's normal though. Today was normal. I didn't have any problems. It was like any other day, even though it was my first official day at the store. I'm glad that it went so smooth. Now if the rest of the week can go by nicely, I'll be a happy camper.

That won't happen though. Something always happens at the worst time. But we'll see how it goes.

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I really am tired though. This headache isn't helping me either. Yesterday's entry was just long. I just kept going with what I was writing and felt really good about what I was writing. What's really scary is I could've wrote more in some sections. I chose not to say more than what I had already said, chose not to go in depth any further because I didn't want to carry on about one thing over another.

I could've talked about the people I worked with forever. I didn't want to though. I'll save that for Come Again?, whenever I get around to updating that. I could've talked about all the things I was part of. I could've talked about any number of things pertaining to my old store, but didn't. It just didn't seem right to continue talking about something that was now part of my past.

I don't know. I just didn't feel that it was necessary to elaborate on some of the things that I've experienced. Maybe in the future I'll write about what's happened between me and my past coworkers, but right now is not the time to do it. Right now, I just want to concentrate on what I'm doing at my new store. I just want to be able to deal with one thing for now. When I've settled in and gotten myself used to the store, I'll go back and talk about what I did at the old store more.

There are a lot of memories and there will be a time and place to write about all of them. Now just isn't the time.

No, now's the time for me to get to bed and rest since I have the busiest day of the week coming up in Monday. I work 3-11, so I'll probably be arriving into the middle of a disaster area. I also don't know if I'll be writing an entry tomorrow, although I'm sure I will. If anyone wants to say something to me or as something to talk about, e-mailing me at wservo9@netscape.net is probably going to be the best way for this week aside from Wednesday and Friday when I'm off.

Otherwise, it's a real long shot that you'll see me online. But I knew that was going to be a possibility when I got into this whole mess in the first place.