Chaos and my life

My picture is right there next to the definition. So today I totally effe'd up my work schedule. So the end result was I showed up an hour late to work. Lovely start to the first day of the month. Also referred to today as Narcotic Friday. I have one of these screw ups once a year. Looks like I got this one out of the way early this year. To complicate things further we have a pharmacist about to pop a baby out any minute now. She's working up until the moment her water breaks. This means there are four of us who are in a holding pattern with our schedules. All four of us have two schedules for February and March. That is of course until I receive word that the she's on her way to the hospital. Then I'll get on the bat phone and call a code maternity and shift everyone's schedule upside down. So I transposed the wrong pharmacist shift for today onto the maternity schedule, hence the screw up, and no one at the store. I loooooooooved working without the benefit of a shower this morning. I'm too tired to go out or do anything tonight. I've already taken a mini nap and Ellie is still giving me the stink eye.

In other news, I met one of my New Years goals and made some changes with my bank accounts. This led to a conversation with my mother the other day. I was telling her how organized I felt and relieved to get these things in order. The next thing she says is something along the lines of not wanting to freak me out. She tells me I need to have a will in place. Yeah, bit awkward. She does have a point though. This led to the hilarious conversation about my parents will. Apparently they haven't updated theirs since before Andy was born. He is 28. I laughed my ass off. I've always told him he wasn't in the will. Technically, his name isn't. Of course, I will probably start referring to him as "any subsequent children" from here on out. Sub for short. Yes mom, I know I have a big mouth. Honestly, it is just to funny to pass up and I hear Andy put it up on his myspace page.

In other pharmacy news, I have a "cousin Eddie" Rph. You know cousin Eddie from Christmas vacation. I want everyone to try and remember the part of the movie with the squirrel running around in the house and Clark saying "Where is Eddie when you need him? Doesn't he eat these things?" I will refer to this indivdual as Rph to protect his identity. Although, I'm sure he could care less. Rph has a squirrel problem in his backyard. He became frustrated to the point that he resorted to using a pellet gun to solve his problems. Unfortunatley, instead of teaching the squirrel a lesson and scaring him off, he taught the other squirrels one of life's most important lessons. Death, dying and not screwing with the bird feeder. Yep, killed the little sucker. So he's on his way out to dipose of the little guy and suddenly a light bulb goes off somewhere upstairs.

Rph remembers reading somewhere about squirrel meat being very lean and tender. The guy is an avid hunter and has some hunters cook book with a recipe for squirrel. So you can all see where this is going. Yep, skinned it, cooked it, and ate the thing. Apparently, it tastes like rattlesnake. I know, it probably isn't a good comparison for anyone other than him. Unless of course rattlesnake tastes like chicken. I am beyond disgusted as my brother tells me this story. You may as well kill a rat and eat that too. Ugh. I plan on telling him to be careful the next time I see him. Why? Because I hear squirrels are high in cholesterol content.