i've moved home for the summer.

the relization that there is no life for me at "home" occured about 5 hours after arrival.

im ready for school to start.

until then. work.
like the rest of my life won't be enough, full time work decided to rear its ugly head early this summer.

i work at a pharmacy.

probably one of the most stressful choices.

i know.


my work experiences:
the first closing shift i worked we caught a lady trying to fordge a script (i also learned that people in the industry use 'script' sort for persription. . . i guess its cooler or somthing. hah.)

the second closing shift i worked the pharmacy across the street got robbed.

after that, i learned not to be suprised at anything.

i've had a guy that was probably in his late 40s ask me out on a date through the drive thru.

more about this guy: i could smell him through the drive through.
and it wasn't even the cheep cologne smell.
it was raw body odor.

also, he had to dig in his pockets for an hour to afford the 33 cent copay on his perscription...which he paid for in mostly pennies.

i know the previous discription made me sound judgemental and snoody.

but the guy was a genuine creeper. he wouldn't take no for an answer.
the whole time i was thinking. wow. i bet i'd really enjoy being taken to mcdonalds. if he could afford that.

and beforehand i'd have to invest in some of that cream that the emblamers wear under thier noses when they are doing an autopsy. even that may not take back the smell.

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i've witnessed true insanity.

a lady came in asking where the adult pull-ups were. i directed her to the depends isle.

then she became very confused.
i felt bad.
so i walked over to provide some friendly customer service.
little did i know.
she explained that her husband usually picked the diapers out for her but that he was ill and so she had to buy them herself.
we discussed size for a while.
im not sure how you're supposed to go about sizing up some old lady's butt, and then tell her that you'd reccomend a large.
after that task was completed she rememebered she had wanted a specific kind.
i didn't understand her explaination of the product.

and heres where the fun begins.

she then proceeds to drop her drawers to show me the kind she was currently wearing.
that way i'd get a better idea of what kind she needed.
i looked around for a more experienced worker, a supervisor, any other human who could rescue me; who knew of any way to stop the insanity.
no one was around; it was like i was stuck in this box of invisibility; with everyone around me oblivious to my current doom.

my mind was going 90mph.

i told the lady that it wasn't nessesary.
she didn't lisen.


i got mooned by an old woman my within the first 3 weeks of work.
i must be the luckiest person alive.


its gotten better lately though.

today i rang up an old man (who had a bluetooth device in his ear. . . the oddest combination i've ever seen) who probably caused me to get tipsy by only smelling his breath.
it didn't even phase me.

i've learned to understand half of what the indian pharmacist says.
and im pretty sure she doesn't hate me as much as everyone else.

i've made a few friends. including a girl my age.

this might not be a big deal to a lot of people; but considering this is my only contact with people that are within 20 years of my age, im astounded.

i've also gotten 3 paychecks within the past week. big ones at that.

and im starting to get the hang of all the crazyness. . . and the crazies themselves.

it makes life interesting.

so even though everynight when i drag in after a 10 hour shift, my feet feeling like they are about to literally fall off (if i can feel them at all), i am glad i have a job that keeps me from wanting to shoot myself of boredom.

and bee tea dubs. . . theres no medication for this mental illness.