So yesterday (I am FINALLY almost caught up! Hell the to the yes) was a DME day. I actually was able to almost finish my checklist, so that was cool. While I was on the floor, one of the pharmacists said she had a favor to ask of me and to come see her later. She is one of the only people I don’t mind doing stuff for. She was the first person I met when I walked in on my first day, and she has just been really nice to me. So I did my DME stuff then walked into her office to see what she needed. I had to make another one of those easy order forms for doctors to fill out. So I did that relatively quickly, submitted it to her, and then I was kind of just sitting in the office trying to finish my books. I also may or may not have typed up a couple of blog posts while I was there, but I digress. While I was typing, I hear, “Monica, when would you like to meet to talk about the books?” I told him whenever, so I gathered my stuff up and went into his office. The book conversation seemed pretty short this week, so I was happy. But then I opened my mouth and said I wanted to do a DI question. I think he hasn’t had someone ask him for more work, so I could tell he was a little flustered, but we will make it work. I also asked when I would be giving my presentation, considering I haven’t even started it yet, and he said, ‘are you one of those people who work better when you have a set deadline on something?’ Uhh yeah? I have been in school for a thousand years, so my life has basically run on deadlines for that long! So we decided what I was going to do, then I felt bad, but I asked him if I could go a bit earlier because I was going to go see a place. We got into the conversation about where I lived and where I want to live for the next year and I think he understood. He just, again, said to make sure I’m getting my hours in. So you know what I did? I left at 1:30 to take the 1:50 train out. I felt guilt for about a minute because I wasn’t going to the viewing until 6, but with the hour and a half commute and me not taking lunch, I said fuck it and went.
I decided I wanted to try and get some graduation centerpiece stuff done (yes, we’re over 300 days out, but you know, my mom has been planning since I was born probably), so I went to Joann’s to get some cardstock because I had seen it was on sale. I picked out the ones I wanted, went to the register and barely any of them rang up in the sale. And remember on my last post where I said I complain a lot and I can be a real bitch? Well yes, I was a super bitch to this poor girl. I even asked if someone could help me find what I was looking for because my ‘better than you’ brain could not fathom that I was wrong. I get to the aisle and the manager meets me there, I read the sign, and realized my mistake. I felt terrible for talking to that girl the way I did. So I got what I needed, and of course I got her again to ring me out and I apologized to her about a hundred times. I then left to go back home because I had a bit of time before I needed to leave to go see the place. As I am putting the key in the door, I shit you not I had a text from the guy saying he would have to reschedule. My roommates and I already had plans for 7:30, so I kind of just chilled in bed and worked on Cricut stuff until it was time to go.
We went to a dessert place called Sugar Shack. Very reasonably priced place with a bunch of different desserts! I had a mini funnel cake (which was only $1.50 and the perfect size for one person) and an orange creamsicle slushee with vanilla soft serve. We all agreed we would go back, but would want to try other things on the menu. So as we were on the way home, shit kind of started to get real. One roomie has already sold the coffee table then we got to talking about when we were going to try and sell the other stuff we all fit the bill on. Now I have too much shit to just let this stuff go rather quickly, so I would feel more comfortable waiting until I have a place lined up to start talking about this kind of stuff. I am not sure because these last two moves have been so seamless because I was able to actually do stuff, but man, I’m starting to get stressed out. There are never enough hours in the day, and I don’t care if I sound like a 60 year old man saying that because homie knows what’s up.
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