Zoo-o-o-m!!
Jan. 23rd, 2003 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpTime sure does fly when you're having fun.
My prediction about Jody's return time was on the money. I forget exactly when she called, but it was somewhere around 3 or 4 pm, and Drew basically told her to take the rest of the day off. Five'll get you ten she'll regale us (ot at least Drew) with all of the details of her visit.
So it turns out I took another turn at the store today. I must be getting better, as I did not feel as tired at the end of the day today as I did yesterday.
I did, finally, manage to get the third prescription filled today (only four days late). The first pharmacy, where I went Monday, told me they were out of the medicine, but had ordered some for the next day. When I arrived the next day, they told me it was too early, and since I was pretty tired, I left for the house rather than wait. I should have waited, because yesterday, it turned out they never got the medicine, and were now ordering it from the manufacturer.
At that point, I told them to give me back the prescription, so I could go to the drug store downtown, but didn't manage to get there until this morning. Even so, I have to go back for them to complete the prescription, as they only had enough pills on hand to fill half the order.
(Gee, these fond memories of filling a prescription will be such compelling reading decades from now... I can just picture it!)
But it's been that kind of day. People seem to find new and imaginative ways of doing things, but the results are Not Good™. Here, I'm referring to - for example - the bozo who wrote the recipient's address on an envelope in such a way as to preclude affixing postage on the thing without covering some essential part of it. Or - as another example - we have the bozette who incribed a recipient's name and address in a hideous red color that only just about happened to match the hue of the envelope (requiring you to put yourself into a kind of hypnotic state to actually read the address).
On other fronts, I finally worked up enough gumption to do a load of laundry (which reminds me... it'd probably be a good idea to dry it, nie?), and I'm in the final throes of boiling up a chicken soup. I should probably finish this post, put the laundry in the washer, do something intelligent with the soup, and go to sleep.
Sounds like a plan.
Cheers...
My prediction about Jody's return time was on the money. I forget exactly when she called, but it was somewhere around 3 or 4 pm, and Drew basically told her to take the rest of the day off. Five'll get you ten she'll regale us (ot at least Drew) with all of the details of her visit.
So it turns out I took another turn at the store today. I must be getting better, as I did not feel as tired at the end of the day today as I did yesterday.
I did, finally, manage to get the third prescription filled today (only four days late). The first pharmacy, where I went Monday, told me they were out of the medicine, but had ordered some for the next day. When I arrived the next day, they told me it was too early, and since I was pretty tired, I left for the house rather than wait. I should have waited, because yesterday, it turned out they never got the medicine, and were now ordering it from the manufacturer.
At that point, I told them to give me back the prescription, so I could go to the drug store downtown, but didn't manage to get there until this morning. Even so, I have to go back for them to complete the prescription, as they only had enough pills on hand to fill half the order.
(Gee, these fond memories of filling a prescription will be such compelling reading decades from now... I can just picture it!)
But it's been that kind of day. People seem to find new and imaginative ways of doing things, but the results are Not Good™. Here, I'm referring to - for example - the bozo who wrote the recipient's address on an envelope in such a way as to preclude affixing postage on the thing without covering some essential part of it. Or - as another example - we have the bozette who incribed a recipient's name and address in a hideous red color that only just about happened to match the hue of the envelope (requiring you to put yourself into a kind of hypnotic state to actually read the address).
On other fronts, I finally worked up enough gumption to do a load of laundry (which reminds me... it'd probably be a good idea to dry it, nie?), and I'm in the final throes of boiling up a chicken soup. I should probably finish this post, put the laundry in the washer, do something intelligent with the soup, and go to sleep.
Sounds like a plan.
Cheers...
