May 11, 1999
We have an assembly tomorrow during the first three classes of the day, at least the juniors and seniors anyway. It's going to be some sort of assembly where once again we're fed the whole "don't drink and drive" routine that fails to get through to anyone anyway. If it's anything like last year's, I'm going to be forced to protest in a loud way. Last year was supposed to feature the landing of Metrohealth Hospital Lifeflight helicopter following a mock crash. Never happened though. Apparently there was a real emergency. That wasn't the problem though. No, the problem lied with the students doing the acting job. When you're dead, you typically do not move. These people kept twitching like there was a fly crawling across their face or something, and it was clearly visible.
Then in the school newspaper, someone was quoted as saying it was realistic. Uh-huh. That was realistic. I'm not even going to go into how stupid a comment that was. It's the type of comment that you hear from someone who watches way too much "Rescue-911" or "Unsolved Mysteries," claiming that the scenes are realistic. I almost fell out of my seat laughing. Then I got yelled at. Another A+ day at school for me. That was a couple weeks ago though. The demonstration was not realistic though. Anything that inspires people to make jokes certainly does not pass as realistic. Not that I know anything about that.
It's painfully clear to me that I'm in better moods when I take my medicine than when I forget. Too bad I forget half the time, especially when it comes to my Claritin. I constantly forget to take that, meaning that my allergies go crazy, I get crabby, and everyone hates me. I remembered today though, and had a rather decent day aside from what happened at work. That's another story though. My allergies were under control today for the most part, so I was in a fairly good mood. It also helped me slap myself harder for how I've been acting lately.
Let's face it. I've been a royal asshole the last couple weeks or so, mainly because of my extremely high stress level at times, but also partially due to my stubborness. I'm normally someone who, despite all the crap going down, usually can keep myself going and at least act respectable to everyone. Not this past week or so though. I just completely shelled up, said things that I really should not have said, and really just was not myself. Needless to say, I had a real good period of quiet where I just thought to myself "what the hell am I doing?" After smacking myself, I realized that the only way through all of this is to remain myself and not allow myself to fall into a mood where you just can't talk to me. It wasn't fair of me to bottle up around people like I did, so I'm going to do a little apologizing over the next few days and let people in on what's going on. A couple say that I can talk to them whenever I need to, so I might as well use that opportunity.
However, I don't always believe that talking about something is enough. It is a help, but if the person you're talking to shows a lack of interest or doesn't have much to say about what you're talking about, then it can actually hurt you even more, which is often the case sometimes. With me though, the people who I can talk to are people who do listen. I've just been too stubborn to give anyone a chance to really prove it in any fashion at all, which is my own fault. My mood has been improving lately, and while a lot has to do with my own adjustment, it also has to do with the fact that things are starting to look up now.
I'm almost done paying off one of the cars, which will mean a little extra money for me. I got my income tax return Monday, which was a major boost. I remembered to take my medicine for once, which is always helpful. Those are a few of things going for me right now. There are others, but I'm not really up to mentioning everything right now. My heart's still not completely into writing a whole lot about one thing.
That brings me to another thing. Over the next couple weeks, my time online will be sporadic at best. Parts of this web site are going to fall out of date. I will try my best to get in here and update this site from time to time, but it's not looking good. Also, I will not be replying to much of my e-mail right away or will I be signing on with my instant messenger service anytime soon. It's not anyone's fault nor is there any specific reason other than I need to take some time to get things in order right now. Now that I've taken time to think, that may be easier than previously thought. Things may be back to normal around here quicker than I thought. That is unless my dad really does decide to move back in here.
That's an interesting situation that I'll have to watch carefully. Right now, he's frequently over all of a sudden, but he isn't being particularly nasty. Yet. I'm waiting for things to explode, but it hasn't happened yet. I refuse to believe that things are going to go smoothly though. That would be a stretch. However, if he does move back in here, that would leave us with two options. We could stay here and try to put up with him, or we could move out somehow. I'm kind of leaning towards moving. I really don't want to live with him after all the bullshit that we've gone through. I'm tolerating this so far, but it's only a matter of time before I lose patience and say something stupid. As long as he behaves though, I suppose I'll be okay. If he slips, he will hear it from me.
The soap opera continues.
Why me? That's my question after the night at work. After last night, which was the busiest night we'd had in a long time came tonight, an absolute disaster. The reason why? There was a fill-in pharmacist. Not usually a problem, unless it's a fill-in that goes by the name of Mano (which is actually the first part of his last name, which is complicated, as is his first name). He's a nice guy and everything, but he's just so slow, so, well, stupid. You know you've got problems when the pharmacist is asking his tech what to do on several things, and you know you're in even deeper trouble when you the brand name of a generic, but he doesn't.
That's not his only problem though. He will not give me any room at all to work with. I said the last time I worked with him it felt like I had a growth. Well tonight was no different. He just would not give me any room at all and I'm already a bit claustrophobic as it is. I also hate it when someone watches what I'm doing all the way through. He just could not give me room though, and that had me irritated. That and having to explain to him ten times where something is. I tried to tell him about four times that there was a batch of labels to the left of the printer. What does he do? He stands up and looks straight ahead. Then he looks back down at the printer, looks to the right, looks below (like I'm going to shove them down below the printer anyhow), and continues to have a baffled look on his face. I finally go over there and point the batch to him. Then I have to explain to him how the labels go in.
It's aggravating as it is, but it was made even worse by us being busy. We did probably 60 prescriptions in the last four hours alone. I was constantly doing three and four things at once since Mano just didn't seem like he could do certain things. I filled prescriptions, I answered the phone, I played back-up ringer when it got really busy, I helped customers, I put the medicines back on the shelf, and I did several other things. It was a nightmare, and someone's going to get hell for this one. It wouldn't have even been nearly as bad if it had been slow, but it wasn't slow at all. For the second straight night we passed 200 prescriptions. It's been a long time since we've done that.
And I screamed the whole way. Okay, maybe not. It was not fun though. Not at all. I didn't even get everything done.
Some other tidbits of information to pass along. This web site will slowly be updated over the next week or so, but don't expect anything drastic to come about. The May editorial is still a work in progress, especially since I have yet to start it. Other pages should receive some light work, but like I said earlier. Don't expect a whole lot. I'm going to be cutting my time online for a while until things get under control....Next week is my last full week of high school, but it will be highlighted by the fact that I will have to work more because of Debbie's three-day vacation. Smell smoke, it's probably a burn-out....Those Indians of ours continue to impress. They won 11-6 over Baltimore, assuring the series win and will now go for a sweep tomorrow against Mike Mussina. The Indians remain the only team in baseball who haven't lost 10 games yet. Every other team in the majors has lost at least ten games and the Indians possess the only .700 winning percentage in baseball. Good luck tomorrow to the Tribe....My apologies to anyone who has been scorned by me over the last few days because of my insensitive attitude. I've said things to some that I regret and I now apologize to anyone who I haven't apologized to yet.
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