MY LIFE - NOVEMBER

Wednesday, November 15, 2000

Playing video games is bad for your health, especially when you already have a large headache to begin with. For starters, I got my first look at Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, which despite the time restriction of three days and all the quirks with that, I found to be very addicting. It plays just like the last Zelda game, which made it easy for me to get involved in.

The element of time is what will make this game tricky. I'm someone who likes to wander around aimlessly and take my time with things. That's not such a liberty anymore. I have to move quickly since a day is about 24 minutes of real time and you only have three days. When you get to the third day, you had better be close to finishing what you're doing, otherwise once you warp back to the first day, you'll have to do everything over again, which is something I have to get used to.

It's a good game though and definitely something I'll enjoy. I also played video games over Mike's, which is where I was from 10 until about 1 in the morning. He just bought WWW No Mercy, which like all wrestling games, is better than what's on tv, at least in my opinion. We had a lot of fun with that one. Nothing makes your day like getting smacked around by a large ladder or getting smashed through a table. I personally liked throwing objects around and seeing who I could whack upside the head.

I had fun, but I got home with a headache that's really killing me right now. It's very close to a migraine and this computer doesn't help the cause one bit. I hate getting headaches like this because it's hard to sleep with them, at least for me. I don't know how anyone with a headache can sleep. I can't even rollover without feeling it sometimes. I think y'all are on drugs or something.

Some of this headache is a carryover from yesterday too. I've had at least a small headache since waking up, something I doubted would change during the course of the day. Naturally, when I want to be wrong, I'm right. I never got rid of it. It always stayed with me as the day went on. Advil couldn't help it, nor did sudafed with the idea that maybe clearing my sinuses would help.

So now it's really pounding and I doubt that this will be a good night to sleep. I'll give it a shot though. Tomorrow should be fun. Next week should be fun too.

I am officially a stupid person. I not only work 9am-5pm Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday at my old store to cover Debbie's vacation, but I also work 5:30-11pm Monday, 5:30-10pm Tuesday, and 12-8pm Saturday at my store to help out there. Let's do some simple math even though it's 2:30 in the morning. First off, Monday, including the fifteen minute drive, is about a 14 hour day. Tuesday is about a 13 hour day. That's 27 hours of work in 48 hours. Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday won't be bad, but I'll be tired from the excess hours in the beginning of the week.

I work 51 hours next week, which warrants me an idiot. Why do I have to feel bad for my store and volunteer to work extra hours even though I'm already working during the day? Why do I do things like that? Am I such a sucker for helping that it clouds my sense of what I'm capable of doing and what constitutes as being ludicrous?

Or am I just plain nice? I don't know. I should be able to handle it, although it will be interesting. I've worked 13, 14 hour days before. Just never back to back like I'm doing. I shouldn't be complaining either. I did agree to it. Steve asked and I gave him what he was looking for, even though it goes against better judgement.

But when do I ever listen to myself? If I did, I'd probably be in much better shape, rather than everyone else benefiting from me. Oh well, you are who you are.

*kicking self*

I'm still dumb though.

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I went back to my old store today to pick up my film and I talked to Tom and Debbie about what was going on at my store and what was happening at my old one. Turns out Tom is getting a partner who is starting when I work next Monday, which should be interesting. He's apparently someone who worked at CVS about three or four months ago, but who can be sure?

I'm sure Tom's not happy about it though. Yes, he likes keeping the store open, but he liked making his own schedule too. Now he'll have to work the schedule out differently and work with someone else on the schedule, something I'm sure he's not happy with. It's good for the store though. It still does 1,000 scripts on a good week, which is better than a lot of stores in the area.

I did talk with them for a while though, mostly inquiring about what was happening there and them asking what was going on at my store. I told them about last night, but I'm not upset over it anymore so I didn't make it sound like the nightmare it really was. I told them how the store was running and what I was doing most of the time. Tom talked about how the phones could get to you and I agreed with them, especially when you keep getting doctor call after doctor call.

I told them about some of the customers who are actually customers from the old store who have gone over to Berea to either change stores or see Steve every now and then. I told them that some of the customers are idiots over there too and that it's the same everywhere you go. Debbie, Tom, and I just had a good talk for a while about how things were.

It was nice to see some of the old faces again, but I still wouldn't go back to the store. There's just too much opportunity at my new store to go back. I like my store despite the personality clashes and backstabbing. I'm having fun, and as long as I'm having fun, that's what matters.

I'm glad I transfered. That's the bottom line.