It's my Journal and I'll
cry rant if I want to...
Just got off the phone with my (temporary) RPh partner. My real partner is on extended medical leave for knee replacement (didn't go as well as planned, a whole 'nuther story there, insurance being the culprit), but she should be back soon). So the FNG (literally 4 yrs out of school) calls me in a panic because he can't find #300 pain tabs in the safe (fancy name for a thin metal cabinet that locks). Calls me twice in 5 minutes and texts. OMG where are the pills??? I didn't take the call as I was shaving! So I read the message, and think, "well, where did you look?" So I call and ask him, "where did you look?" In the cabinet, he says, to which I reply, "What about the other strengths, did you look, say, near the 7.5?" No, just at the 10s. Well, I bet you know where this is going. Lo and behold, behind the last bottle of 7.5s are the "missing" 3 bottles of 10s. As I prepare to take a bow and take off my hat
the FNG starts to lecture me about the importance of placing bottles in their appropriate place, look at the label, blah, blah, blah.
Rant over.
So, the shave today was in a different locale, as I needed to get some stuff done asap first. So I left my cozy bed, grabbed the Sabre, the Stirling N&S, and my Knothead cashmere and had to use the 3/4 bath downstairs. Very limited counter space, and the basin is decorative glass bowl, with no stopper. Thank goodness for big Rubbermaid containers to act as an impromptu sink! Wonderfully refreshing shave!
Welcome to Tuesday! Let's get to it, shall we?!
- Eric
Put your message in a modem,
And throw it in the Cyber Sea
--Rush, "Virtuality"
Overloader of brushes, Overlander fanboy, Schickhead, and a GEM in the rough!