Son of the Day From Hell- Pharmacy Phun
After finally escaping the Unholy Eater of Time that was the eye doctor's, I went to the pharmacy to fill the prescription. Waited on line for fifteen minutes while the single person behind the counter screwed up orders left and right. I handed mine to her and she went through the standard "are you allergic to any medications... do you have any chronic medical conditions" schtick. When I said "asthma" to the second question, she wrote down "asma."
Yipes. I am not reassured... this is the place where I get my medicine. And they can't even spell asthma.
Ms. Incompetent tells me to come back in an hour for my eyedrops. Fine. On the way back I stop in at the bank to get a roll of quarters, all the better to do laundry with, my dear. (Gotta wash all sheets, blankets, bathrobes, sweatshirts, curtains, leiderhosen, etc. in order to avoid re-reinfecting my eyes) After waiting on line for quite some time (sensing a theme?) A guy behind me starts *talking* to me. Now, I'm already in quite a bad mood. Keep in mind I'm wearing my glasses, my hair is kinda unkempt, I'm wearing a ripped-neck t-shirt and yoga pants and flip-flops, I probably have a really pissed-off expression on my face *and* I probably smell. At least I feel like I do.
First he tried to talk to me about the subway token I wear as a pendant ("Does that token have a special meaning to you?") and then the button on my tote bag, which is rather cool. It says "I'm straight but not narrow." Yay tolerance! And he wasn't even being creepy. But at that point I wanted to scream "SHUT UP!!!" at every person who walked down the street, and especially those people attempting to converse with me. I wanted to be able to make things and people burst into flames through the sheer force of my rage.
Walked back up to school, got my program approved by my advisor, got a Chanukah package from my temple (wtf?)...
Add to this my monthly discomfort and you've got lots of wacky fun. The kind that really isn't funny. I hate it! I turn into a big ball of discomfort and weepiness. I cried twice during the Harry Potter movie on Friday. Stupid emotions!
Yipes. I am not reassured... this is the place where I get my medicine. And they can't even spell asthma.
Ms. Incompetent tells me to come back in an hour for my eyedrops. Fine. On the way back I stop in at the bank to get a roll of quarters, all the better to do laundry with, my dear. (Gotta wash all sheets, blankets, bathrobes, sweatshirts, curtains, leiderhosen, etc. in order to avoid re-reinfecting my eyes) After waiting on line for quite some time (sensing a theme?) A guy behind me starts *talking* to me. Now, I'm already in quite a bad mood. Keep in mind I'm wearing my glasses, my hair is kinda unkempt, I'm wearing a ripped-neck t-shirt and yoga pants and flip-flops, I probably have a really pissed-off expression on my face *and* I probably smell. At least I feel like I do.
First he tried to talk to me about the subway token I wear as a pendant ("Does that token have a special meaning to you?") and then the button on my tote bag, which is rather cool. It says "I'm straight but not narrow." Yay tolerance! And he wasn't even being creepy. But at that point I wanted to scream "SHUT UP!!!" at every person who walked down the street, and especially those people attempting to converse with me. I wanted to be able to make things and people burst into flames through the sheer force of my rage.
Walked back up to school, got my program approved by my advisor, got a Chanukah package from my temple (wtf?)...
Add to this my monthly discomfort and you've got lots of wacky fun. The kind that really isn't funny. I hate it! I turn into a big ball of discomfort and weepiness. I cried twice during the Harry Potter movie on Friday. Stupid emotions!