With my coworker on vacation, I’ve logged overtime this past week and there will be plenty more next week. With zero baking time and limited reading time, you may only be getting drowsy evening rants for the next week and a half. Good thing most of you follow me for my witty antics alone.
Counting pills by day, eating chocolate, reading and ranting by night. This week should get interesting.
Woooo. I am tired. That week leading up to Christmas was crazy at the pharmacy. Everyone wanted their meds, not only before the holiday but before the end of the year. Everyone crams as many meds as their insurance will pay for before the beginning of the year when their deductible resets. That being said, the next four days before the New Year are bound to be chaos once again.
But I have today off and plan to spend it recharging my batteries. Of course there are things that I should get done, but I most likely won’t. My only real agenda is to write a review for The Hero of Ages. I’ve lost my husband for the foreseeable future to Pokemon Sun, Watch Dogs 2 and completing FFXV, so I should have plenty of time to write.
I was going to hold off reading any more books until the New Year but decided to throw one more book in because I can’t go more than a day or two without reading. So I borrowed House Rules (book #7) in the Chicagoland Vampire series from the library because I could not decide what I felt like reading. The series started out strong but began slowly teetering downwards. I have a feeling that this may be the last book in the series that I read but we’ll see how it goes. If there is one more relationship flip-flop with the two main characters, I’ll have to resist throwing my Kindle at the wall.
Baking. I hope you’re ready for some extreme baking in 2017. My husband and roommate/friend went in together and bought me a stand mixer. They watched me struggle mixing various recipes the days leading up to Christmas, all the while knowing a solution to my problems lay waiting 10 feet away. They are now referring to it as my ‘last trials.’ No more straining my puny human arms making tasty treats!
I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday and got some really sweet stuff. What was your favorite thing you received this year??
Oi, the holidays. And aren’t we just getting started? Usually I really enjoy the holidays, this year, especially after Thanksgiving, I’m feeling pretty Grinchy. All I really want to do is prepare for winter to hit. Prepare meaning, I have a sufficient supply of books, coffee, cocoa, and blankets because I’m not leaving the house unless I absolutely have to. I can handle any amount of snow the universe wants to throw at me, but bitter cold is another thing altogether.
I literally just spent 10 minutes trying to find an appropriate coffee addiction meme. However, every single fucking one of them was not an acceptable file type. Coffee meme people, get your shit together!
So, ahem, I’ve been absent thanks to holiday crap. Now it’s time to add coffee to an IV bag and get caught up on things. Including all your lovely blogs, I’ve been a bad blog friend and I intend to make things right! I made a bomb ass bread recipe that I’ll be sharing here soon. The new kid at work was finally was fired. I can’t even tell you how happy that made me but it does mean that I’ll be working a lot more weekends until we hire another pharmacy technician who can handle their shit. I have high standards so it may take awhile.
Forthcoming book reviews:
4 out of 5 stars
I know it’s not fair to compare a newer author with their legendary author parent, but I’m doing it anyway.
Once upon a time, I used to really enjoy Stephen King books. Then there came a time when I began to feel that King wasn’t really trying anymore. He had a famous name so he could crap something out and people would praise his genius, regardless of if it was actually good or not. I was not one of those people. I was still a teenager when I dumped King. He and I were not seeing eye to eye anymore. I began to feel that his characters were repetitive from book to book, not to mention just down right boring. If I don’t care what happens to your characters, how is it going to effect me when something bad happens to them? It’s not. And if I can skip to about the middle of your book and feel like I haven’t missed anything important, then you’re spending too much time building crappy worlds and crappier plot lines.
Continue reading NOS4A2 – Book Review
When you’re young and dumb and full of excitement, you tend to do dumb things that seem like a grand idea at the time. For example, letting a friend who is learning to tattoo, practice on you. Free tattoos sound good but let me be the first to tell you, “STOP! Don’t do it!”
Unfortunately, both my husband and I made these mistakes back in the day. So, for his birthday this year, he asked to get his monstrosity fixed. One of my patients at the pharmacy is a tattoo artist, we’ve been chatting about tattoos for years so it was time to make an appointment. After the appointment last night, it was decided that it was time to start redoing all those old tattoos in the future.
Cupcakes and Machetes tattoo advice: Do your research! And live by this motto: “Good tattoos aren’t cheap and cheap tattoos aren’t good.”
If you combine those two pieces of advice, you will save yourself a lot of money in the long run.
So, we talked about how going back to work after a vacation sucks yesterday. Maybe that made you wonder (or maybe it didn’t and I will tell you anyway) what a Cupcakes and Machetes does to pay the bills. Or the only things my dogs care about, buying the biscuits. I keep telling them to get jobs and buy their own biscuits but well, they rebel by simply laying around being cute most of the day. A job that I feel I should have, but my husband keeps saying things like, “Then how will we keep a roof over the dogs heads?” and, “How will the dogs have nice things?”
Valid points but I don’t have to be happy about it.
I count pills for a living. Just kidding! I’m a spoiled rotten pharmacy technician that doesn’t even have to count those little bastards because my boss bought a machine that does most of the work for us. I still do all the other things pharmacy technicians do like forward patients to pharmacists to ask things like, why is my poop this color and that shape? Don’t laugh. It’s true.
Or, will you please look at this, what I think is an in-grown hair? And they proceed to pull down their pants to their pubic area. There was the patient complaining that his suppositories weren’t working and come to find out, he wasn’t taking them out of the tin foil. Or, the woman who wanted a refill on her birth control and when she handed the pack over, there were only 5 pills missing sporadically across the pack. Turns out, she thought you only had to take them on the days that you have sex….This one happens more often than I’m comfortable with.
When someone in pharmacy tells you that there is never a dull day there, you now know that you should probably believe 100% of what they say. It may sound far-fetched but this is really how people behave.
So with that, I will probably dedicate a section of this blog to pharmacy stories, because sometimes they’re just too good to not share.