Snow, cheeseburgers, and as always, a touch of pharmacy.
I remember when I was little, I didn't particularly like the snow, but it was still exciting. You know, because I was a little kid and lots of things are exciting when you're that age. My mom used to wake me up for the first snow (because it was always inevitably at 5am when someone would notice what it looked like outside) and we'd marvel for a few minutes before I went back to bed.
Now, though, I've grown up. I've gotten older. And I've come to the realization that this snow shit? Royally sucks.
It was something that started to grow on me when I was younger. We'd go outside and play in the first snow in the (then empty) lots next door to my house. While the first few seconds were always fun, you eventually started to realize that more snow was slipping inside your glove than actually staying outside of it. And you were somehow ending up with snow against your bare feet, even though you had on three pairs of socks, snowpants, and snow boots. Then you inexplicably got snow in your eye and couldn't see anymore, and it was usually at that point that I'd start to think "Why the hell did I come out here? I don't even like snow."
Then I got my license and realized, once and for all, that snow is evil and should be stopped. Not even the pretty spectacle of the first snow could sway me anymore. I didn't even want snow for Christmas. (I like a brown Christmas! A brown Christmas works for me!) Snow meant cleaning off your car all the time. Snow meant sliding around on the road because it's icy and nasty. Snow meant having to retire one's favorite jean jacket to the closet so you could wear a big puffy coat that made it hard to move. Why should I enjoy this shit? The cons far outweigh any pros.
So, I suppose I should just be grateful that Michigan inexplicably waited until November 16 to foist snow upon us. That's a kind of restraint we usually don't see around here. But, still. It doesn't matter how late it comes, I will always - always - look at the first snow and go "Oh, fuck. I hate winter."
.....and those of you in South Carolina who are going to tell me that you miss the snow because it's pretty and blah blah blah can SHUT IT. :) Remember the snow in your boots, Heather! Embrace that feeling of "Ugh. This sucks."
Moving along.....Deb is going on vacation again after Thanksgiving, which means another week-and-a-half of the whole place falling apart and working weird hours. *sigh* The day after Thanksgiving, I get to go open up at 8:30 (which is pretty much unheard of) and work with a pharmacist whose name is even more unpronounceable than mine. Yeah, I know - I didn't think it was possible, either. I haven't met him - I'm sure he's a really nice guy, or at least, I hope he is, since I'm stuck there until at least 5 - but I'm just not looking forward to all the phone calls where I have to repeat his name eighty-seven times because the customers don't actually listen to what I'm saying. "Yeah, okay, whatever. Can I speak to Debbie, please?"
Then, after all that, I get to come back the very next day and work from 9-5, the Saturday shift. BAH. I hate Saturdays, as I'm sure I've expressed about a billion times by now. Of course, I can't pass it off on April, because she's working 10-7 on Friday. In other words, it would suck for her just as much as it's gonna suck for me. I wish Laura would take the Saturday - since she'll be working nowhere near as much as April and I while Deb is gone - but I apparently cannot get that lucky.
Enough about work.....I took Daron out for her birthday last week, and we decided to try Cheeseburger In Paradise. It was pretty good - not necessarily my favorite restaurant ever, but I'd go back. The best part of the meal was the fact that apparently, La Familia Thyfault was seated nearby and the table en masse kept trying to get my attention and I was completely oblivious. Finally, as they left, Ray came over and had to touch my arm to actually get me to tune in. Hee! It was great to see Ryan and Meg, though, even if I was totally out of it. So, yeah, if I seemed even spacier than usual to you guys? I apologize. I guess cheeseburgers have that effect on me. Or something.
.......I always suck at endings. I was like that with papers - I could bullshit an intro, bullshit an entire paper, in fact - but when it came to the ending, I was like "Uhm.....okay, I'm done." Turns out I'm the same way with journal entries. So, uhm.....okay, I'm done.
Now, though, I've grown up. I've gotten older. And I've come to the realization that this snow shit? Royally sucks.
It was something that started to grow on me when I was younger. We'd go outside and play in the first snow in the (then empty) lots next door to my house. While the first few seconds were always fun, you eventually started to realize that more snow was slipping inside your glove than actually staying outside of it. And you were somehow ending up with snow against your bare feet, even though you had on three pairs of socks, snowpants, and snow boots. Then you inexplicably got snow in your eye and couldn't see anymore, and it was usually at that point that I'd start to think "Why the hell did I come out here? I don't even like snow."
Then I got my license and realized, once and for all, that snow is evil and should be stopped. Not even the pretty spectacle of the first snow could sway me anymore. I didn't even want snow for Christmas. (I like a brown Christmas! A brown Christmas works for me!) Snow meant cleaning off your car all the time. Snow meant sliding around on the road because it's icy and nasty. Snow meant having to retire one's favorite jean jacket to the closet so you could wear a big puffy coat that made it hard to move. Why should I enjoy this shit? The cons far outweigh any pros.
So, I suppose I should just be grateful that Michigan inexplicably waited until November 16 to foist snow upon us. That's a kind of restraint we usually don't see around here. But, still. It doesn't matter how late it comes, I will always - always - look at the first snow and go "Oh, fuck. I hate winter."
.....and those of you in South Carolina who are going to tell me that you miss the snow because it's pretty and blah blah blah can SHUT IT. :) Remember the snow in your boots, Heather! Embrace that feeling of "Ugh. This sucks."
Moving along.....Deb is going on vacation again after Thanksgiving, which means another week-and-a-half of the whole place falling apart and working weird hours. *sigh* The day after Thanksgiving, I get to go open up at 8:30 (which is pretty much unheard of) and work with a pharmacist whose name is even more unpronounceable than mine. Yeah, I know - I didn't think it was possible, either. I haven't met him - I'm sure he's a really nice guy, or at least, I hope he is, since I'm stuck there until at least 5 - but I'm just not looking forward to all the phone calls where I have to repeat his name eighty-seven times because the customers don't actually listen to what I'm saying. "Yeah, okay, whatever. Can I speak to Debbie, please?"
Then, after all that, I get to come back the very next day and work from 9-5, the Saturday shift. BAH. I hate Saturdays, as I'm sure I've expressed about a billion times by now. Of course, I can't pass it off on April, because she's working 10-7 on Friday. In other words, it would suck for her just as much as it's gonna suck for me. I wish Laura would take the Saturday - since she'll be working nowhere near as much as April and I while Deb is gone - but I apparently cannot get that lucky.
Enough about work.....I took Daron out for her birthday last week, and we decided to try Cheeseburger In Paradise. It was pretty good - not necessarily my favorite restaurant ever, but I'd go back. The best part of the meal was the fact that apparently, La Familia Thyfault was seated nearby and the table en masse kept trying to get my attention and I was completely oblivious. Finally, as they left, Ray came over and had to touch my arm to actually get me to tune in. Hee! It was great to see Ryan and Meg, though, even if I was totally out of it. So, yeah, if I seemed even spacier than usual to you guys? I apologize. I guess cheeseburgers have that effect on me. Or something.
.......I always suck at endings. I was like that with papers - I could bullshit an intro, bullshit an entire paper, in fact - but when it came to the ending, I was like "Uhm.....okay, I'm done." Turns out I'm the same way with journal entries. So, uhm.....okay, I'm done.