Time: 2:00am on the dot
State of Being: peachy with a side of keen. that's me
Song lyric in my head: roll back betty a bam a lam
current desire: to finish a novel! one day!
where am I?: in the living room on the couch.
what's that noise?: nothin. I couldn't figure out what music I wanted. so silence it is.
Just random thoughts that go through my head almost every day. I think about death a lot. Is that weird? Not just my death, but what would happen if my loved ones die. I watch a LOT of ID shows. I'm not sure if that's the result of death thoughts or making death thoughts the result. I'm also a huge believer of ghosts. I love Ghost Hunters. At about 9 years old, I became REALLY interested in ghosts and used to rent library books on how to get evidence of them. I read true life stories. I watched Unsolved Mysteries and Sightings. Unsolved Mysteries! A mixture of crime death and ghost death! But even WAY before that, I loved goosebumps and fear street. My favorite babysitter's club book was about a haunted house. And my favorite nancy drew book too!
And on top of everything else, death is my biggest fear. (on the same level as cockroaches. Just emotional instead of physical.) I'm scared to die and scared someone I love is going to die. It's sad that both are eventual, and I can't get my mind off of it. I watch SO many crime shows, and while I love how the police figure out and catch the bad guy, I also internally psychoanalyze everyone's thoughts. The killer. The victim. The friends and family of both.
I like to psychoanalyze people's brains. I really debate oftenly about going back to school for psychology. I LOVE theatre. and I LOVE teaching. but I also have a passion for getting inside people's heads. Trying to figure out why they act/think/feel.
When I get into my own head though, it drives me mad, because I can see that so much irrationality. but it's hard to stop being who you are sometimes. It's like I am two different people every day. The me that is saying/doing/living and the other me that's observing/psuedo-judging the saying/doing/living.
It's weird being me. And then I get to thinking and wondering if everyone else just feels like a weirdo, or it's just me and I really am a weirdo. lol! but I'm proud of my weirdo nature either way.
okay enough babbling.
today.
I woke up around hrmmm 8:30ish? that feels a little too early, but it wasn't earlier than nine. I took a shower, got dressed, and took the dog out. I brought the lap-top out to the livingroom to browse a little net before leaving for work. By browsing the net, I usually mean facebooking. Hey it has the news, awesome quizzes, pictures of friends and family, their kids, what they had for breakfast, recipes on what they REALLY want for breakfast, everyone's just random thoughts. Plus if I don't check it in the morning, it would take me way too long to check it later. Damn newsfeed is really long. Tell me you don't relate. I dare you!
So I'm drinking my Java Monster (my bad habbit) (those pop-tops are going to get me something awesome one day) and my left over Publix sub. At about 9:30, I get a text from Kelly asking me if I want to host Bingo tonight! so I quickly text back and rush to get ready for work, because even though I wake up with plenty of time, I still run late. I get to work a little before ten to get the money bags for the pharmacy, and we open at 10.
On weekends, it's just me, a pharmacist, and our cashier, Rebecca. We have two pharmacists. Janet's our pharmacy manager. She's a year older than me and pregnant with her second kid. She also shares my random fear of death too while the subject is still up in the air-ish. And then there's Ram. He's just over 50, a very cynical bastard, but hilarious with a good heart. Ram and Janet switch every other weekend, and I worked with Ram today. Ram days are fun. He's like me. He wants to get EVERYTHING done right away. So that way, we can just fuck off the rest of the day. He doesn't say it in those exact words, but it's well known. So we get everything done in the first couple hours. All the morning fills, and the 10 days. (on the 10th day, the medication goes back to stock if it's not picked up) In between taking in new prescriptions, answering phones, and rebilling insurances. But those are normal all day things. So because it's the first of the month, our hazardous waste materials have to be brought to the back in the black HAZmat bucket. The two drugs, warfarin and phentermine can't go into the regular trash because apparently the dust is said to have found its way to streams and cause problems for pregnant women. Apparently. .. And I also changed out the temperature sheet on the front of the refrigerators. I took out the trash and recycling. Work is boring.
But funny story today. This guy at the drop off window talking really loudly on his phone. He had just requested a refill and was still standing there. On the phone. Very loud. So ram got out the vacuum cleaner and just started vacuuming. To disturb his phone call.
So i work 10-6. Lunch was 1:30 to 2:00. I went to go hide in my car and read for a bit. I'm still reading the Undead Pool. Even though it came out in February. I just don't want it to end. Because this is the second to last book. (The Hollows Series by Kim Harrison. AMAZING!) But at the same time, I want to finish it because I still have to read the next Mercy Thompson book. My two favorite current series and they HAVE to come out within a month of each other. Then I have to wait a whole year or two for the next one.
Anywho, I get off at 6, rush home, make a quick facebook ad telling everyone to come play Bingo at the Crazy Horse. I'm reading Kelly's e-mail about the game prizes and what-not. Every place we host at has different prizes they want to give out. A bingo at my old gig was a free shot right then. A bingo at this place is a free drink, but the offer start the next day and is good for a month.
Russ and I get there a little before 7 to set up the speaker and cords and what not. Bingo was from 7-9 and tons of fun. I miss being on the mic. I knew they were used to Kelly though. I was told it was a slow night because there was a birthday party earlier that day for one of the regulars or bartenders and a lot of people were worn out.
We stop at taco bell on the way home. Then a couple atms for both our cards. Rent's due. fun times!
We get home, eat, watched a few House episodes, then I Almost Got Away with it. Russ went to sleep, I played some 8-ball pool for a while, then came out to the livingroom to smoke a bowl and write here.
One day, 10 years from now, I'm going to appreciate recording my days. And creep Russ out at the same time. lol!
peace!
-mel-
2:52am
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