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Friday, November 18, 2005

Well, it's official

Unless Mr P. can hire someone in the next few days- I'm scheduled to work Thanksgiving: 1:30 to 6pm. I saw him interviewing a couple of ladies yesterday, so I'm still hopefull. But I'm going to have to break it to the family tonight, something I'm not looking forward to. I know Jon's going to be pissed as hell. I spent so many years as an Assistant Manager, being FORCED to work these holidays, that he feels with my seniority, I should be exempt. After all these years, he just doesn't understand the "retail mentality". And quite frankly, I've never understood the need to be open Christmas. Even the local 24 hour Wal-Marts ( greediest retailers in town!) close down for Christmas day! But I've always known that working holidays were part of the job. I just have to get my family to make peace with it. Never an easy task **SIGH**.

Yesterday was one of those days. You know, the ones that make you want to kill someone? We had 2 floater-Pharmacists, one of which ( and the one that opened with me!) had to check through every person's profile, before filling EVERY RX! Now, if there is a conflict of drugs, our computers are programmed to catch it. But she had to question every one! And called on probably 4 out of 10 that came in! Not to mention, our automated phone system is not working- which means EVERY phone call has to be answered. No touch-toning in refills, no voice-mail for the Dr's, EVERY DARN CALL had to be answered. So there was no time to do the basic things- LIKE COUNT THE PILLS!! And it was just her and I until 11:30, when the next tech came in. AND SHE just started with us 3 weeks ago- and knows NOTHING!!! I went in at 8am, didn't get my lunch break until 3pm, and was supposed to get out at 4pm ( but actually didn't get out until 5!). And I saw that today will be not much better. I'm really NOT looking forward to this!! And I am scheduled to work Sunday, so no 2 day break to recoup. BLAH BLAH BLAH- Welcome back to work Karen! Shit! Maybe I should break my foot or something ( J/K- I wouldn't do that!)

Well, since I'm gonna need this as much as you all...... ;-)! These will thrill all you Southerners, and hopefully the rest of you can relate:


>An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From
>morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about
>something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing
>with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.
>One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field.
>He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat
>his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain,
>nag, nag; it just went on and on.
>All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her
>smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
>At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather
>odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen
>for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner
>approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in
>disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old
>farmer about it.
>So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him
>why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head
>and disagreed with all the men.
>The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about
>how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in
>"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
>"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."


The Twelve Days of Christmas, Redneck Style

On the 12 days of Christmas, my true love gave to me
12 pack of Bud
11 rasslin' tickets
10 tins of Copenhagen
9 years probation
8 table dancers
7 packs of Red Man
6 cans of Spam
5 flannel shirts
4 big mud tires
3 shotgun shells
2 huntin' dawgs
And some parts to a Mustang GT.

Hope you all have a great Weekend! I'll try to get back here before it's over.
Peace and Love, KC

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