Unfortunately, I have been in Wal-Mart A LOT lately. I was pretty sick the beginning of the week (I missed two days of work, and if you know me at all, then you know this is WAY out of character for me. I even had a friggin' fever. I mean, how old am I? Two?!?) After a visit to the local "doc-in-a-box", I went to Wal-Mart to get my prescriptions filled. Prescriptions for vomiting and diarrhea. Remember that... it is important later. They tell me it's going to be thirty minutes, which we all know is just a gimmick to get you shopping. This pisses me off because, "Hello! I am getting drugs for vomiting and diarrhea! Let's speed it up, k?" But I shop around for my mandatory 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes later.... my RX isn't ready because my "insurance company's computer system is down." FYI, I worked in pharmacy for six years. That's code for "We are DAs and we screwed up." So I have to wait around. Two really sketchy chicks are sniffing around for the Sudafed, obviously to make meth with. It was really skanky, and the pharmacy never could get my insurance to work.
Fast forward to THREE days later- I'm back at Wal-Mart to pick up prescriptions, and the dumbasses didn't run them through the insurance. Now this is shoddy and unacceptable, so I insisted on complaining to a pharmacist. While I'm waiting, another skank comes up to buy Sudafed. She catches my attention because she literally CANNOT stand upright. It is disgusting and pathetic. She is two folks behind me and invading everyone's personal space, hitting people up with this sob story about how she only has five bucks and can't pay for her medicine and can she borrow some money. Luckily, no one falls for it. When she gets up to the register, she asks specifically for NAME brand Sudafed, not store brand. Definitely a junkie, and a skank. I complained about that too.
Now before you tell me, to take my business elsewhere, I already do, but when you are SHUKING you go to the closest place, got me?
Ugh... so April is going to suck big-time! I have so much to do. I am teaching Julius Caesar with mixed results, and I am really worried about teaching tenth graders how to write a traditional research paper. I have to take the Praxis II (big deal test I have to pass to keep my teaching job) in three weeks. I have two HUGE papers to write for UAB. And Curtis says I spend too much time goofing off on-line. I retaliate by writing this blog instead of working on something "important."
I love the song "In a Big Country" by Big Country. It is super powerful. Almost as good as "Your Love" by The Outfield.
Sean currently speaks upwards of 30 words, and probably recognizes closer to thirty billion. He is not only a supergenius; he is also the CUTEST thing, and a great kisser. He is very polite, saying "Pleeeaasseee!" at mostly the right ties, and being sweet enough to hug and kiss you after he hits or bites you. Who could ask for anything more, right?
