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Jun. 4th, 2009 @ 10:37 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: overwhelmed
Today at work was kinda heartbreaking. I filled one prescription for Depo-Provera and condoms for a 13 year old girl. Part of me was thinking "well at least she's being responsible" and part of me was going "oh my God, she's younger than Sophie and oh dear heavens!" And then I asked when they wanted to pick it up at the little girl leaned across her mom in the car (yeah her mom was taking her) and shouted "as soon as you can get it ready" I have no idea why that made me so sad, but it did. And later I had a script dropped off for prenatal vitamins for a 19 year old and the guy in the car said "my fiance would like to know how soon this can be ready?" and just the way he said "fiance" in conjunction with the prescription made me so sad. And the fact that she was getting her prenatal care on her parent's insurance plan... I dunno. The area I work in does not have the best schools or sex ed and I see 15-16 year olds with kids all the time at work, but for some reason those two today made me more melancholy than most.

Then I came home to find two tupperware containers on Greg's porch (I'm taking my exam tomorrow, I'm staying here where it's quiet to study beforehand, I love my family but I'd get nothing done over there) filled with kitty food and water. I went upstairs to wake him up and ask if the cat had escaped and if not, why did we have kitty food on our porch. He mumbled "for the kitties" What kitties Greg? "the cute ones" No, that's not a good answer, what kitties are you feeding "the ones on the porch" Finally I woke him up enough to tell me that the cute stray kitty in the neighborhood we've seen for the past several months came up to the window today and had a long meow conversation with Mikey and he decided that he should feed this kitty. I'm reasonably certain I'm going to come home one day to find this kitty inside our house because Greg is apparently a bigger sucker than I am. (I need to warn him that if he's gonna adopt strays he's gotta keep them AWAY from Mikey until they're immunized, he's mostly up-to-date on his shots, but I'm not sure if he got his FIV one this year)

I take my law exam tomorrow and my pharmacy exam next Wednesday. I'm way more worried about the pharmacy exam but I think that's because I know enough about pharmacy to know how much I still don't know. Law I'm just like "whee!! Guessing!" And then the wedding is 9 (almost 8 now) days away. Holy cow!
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Jan. 13th, 2009 @ 08:30 pm (no subject)
My cat is sitting next to me licking the remote because I had cheese in my hand before I picked it up. He also licks soapy bathwater. And sits outside the bathroom door begging to be let in when I'm taking a bath. Obviously he is a little touched in the head.
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Dec. 2nd, 2008 @ 09:43 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: sick
I spent about three hours today unstringing lights from our Christmas tree and then another three with Greg unstringing more. We also went to Target and bought lights since the whole "prelit" thing was crap. The tree is six years old and I spent days upon days last year tracking down all the burnt out lights and it still didn't work so now it's a plain fake tree. We spent about twenty minutes looking for a second package to match the first we'd decided on, discovered that we'd grabbed the last set, and said "screw it, let's get the plain lights".

We set the tree up and Mikey promptly climbed two thirds of the way up it. I tried to get a picture but he jumped down before I found my camera. No matter, he'll do it again before the season is over.

I woke up this morning with a cold. It's basically miserable and I had no cold medicine in the house so I bought some to stock Greg's cabinet with at Target. Boy doesn't know what a properly stocked medicine cabinet is. If I'm sick I want to be able to reach in there and get something to make it better, not run to the store and fight with everything to feel better. I get sick every year because mom teaches fourth grade, I spend a bunch of time in hospitals and around sick people at work, and Sophie brings home all the junior high germs and drinks out of our water glasses to generously share them with the rest of the house.

Mikey is kneading my belly right now. I can only see half the screen so blame typos on him.

I have a dinner with Schnucks tomorrow and an open house/look at our cool pharmacies! thing. I feel like crap and don't want to go, but I really want a job offer so I'll suffer through. I wonder what I should wear. I'm saving my nice suit for the real interview, but I want to look professional and nice. We're also eating italian s0 something that hides marinara stains would be nice. (totally typed that last sentence with cat butt in my face) The worst part will be the pharmacy tour because it's in my old store and everyone that works there still knows me. I mean, it'll be kinda nice because the managers will say hi and the pharmacists know me and they mostly all loved me at that store, but still, kinda weird. Also the fact that I met the recruiters at the job fair and they said "Corinne, I know that name... wait didn't we offer you an internship last year?" and I had to be like "Yeah I turned down one of three spots in the St. Louis area to take a Walgreens internship and they basically give one to anyone who has a pulse and shows a vague interest in pharmacy, but you know, I learned my lesson!" That and the fact they pretty much offered me my own store right off the bat, but only in locations two hours away. Bleh on that.

Tomorrow Greg will hopefully get the lights and garland strung up while I'm schmoozing with pharmacy bigwigs and then Thursday we'll hang ornaments. I should also try to write another section of my paper sometime this week so I stop feeling so bad for being a procrastinator. Really this whole capstone project sucks. I realize most advanced students have to do a thesis and it's a lot more work, but really I'm just whiny and I'm not gonna stop.

I'm gonna go eat cookie dough, drink a glass of wine, and go to bed.
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