Dept. of First World Problems
JFC, Mondays, Amirite?
(First posted on Dreamwidth, 23rd May. Manually reposted.)
Let's see:
1. Looked out my office window this morning and viewed what looked very suspiciously like an attempted break-in in the building across the street. Got outside and gave one of the two guys trying to get in the stinkeye (the other had disappeared around the back of the building,) but couldn't bring myself to go over and confront him. Old white broad being suspicious of a young black man? No, I couldn't do that, because, well, I really didn't want to be That Karen.
Went back to my desk, considered calling 911, but couldn't bring myself to do that either ... felt like 911 was too extreme, and 311 wasn't extreme enough. Dithered. About that time, the second guy showed up inside the building, to let his buddy in. So, possibly just guys whose keys weren't working? Didn't look like that, but who was I to say?
Tonight, when a bunch of cops pulled up outside that building, I thought I'd really screwed up. I went over and asked one of the cops if they were investigating a robbery. He said no, and I felt better. They were there investigating something in the building, but apparently not a - oh, wait. This would have been a burglary, not a robbery, so the cop could have been splitting hairs ... augh.
2. Had to go out to Skokie Hospital's outpatient pharmacy to get the medicated mouthwash I've used for several years to deal with mouth problems that crop up periodically. My doctor's office told me that commercial pharmacies no longer manually compound items like the mouthwash. That's frustrating and infuriating. Like, did all the commercial pharmacies get together and decide this for some reason? I know that my pharmacists all had a look of panic in their eyes every time I came in to get this filled (the last time I got it filled, in January, 2021, they were still doing it, panic notwithstanding), and I was used to having to wait a few days to get the mouthwash, but yeah, do pharmacists not learn how to compound things in pharmacy school? Augh.
Went to the hospital, asked for the pharmacy. Oh, that's in the building across the hospital campus's main street. Oh, OK (so why tell me it was in the hospital outpatient pharmacy? Whatever.) I go across to the second building. Find the pharmacy. See the sign saying that the pharmacy's credit card reader is broken, and they can only take cash or checks. Neither of which I have on me. And no ATM in that building. So back to the actual hospital I go, guessing that there's going to be an ATM there. And there is. At the opposite end of the hospital. Eventually get my mouthwash. Yay.
3. Have been unable to find the one extra creamy oat milk brand that actually tastes good in both coffee and tea. Thought I'd found something to tide me over, only to realize after using it for awhile that it was actually dairy. Yes, I actually missed that part. Observant, thy name ... isn't kaffy_r. Went and reluctantly went with a soy creamer that stated it was "original" rather than vanilla, or hazelnut, or any other damned sweet stuff. It tasted fine in my coffee. In my tea? Not so much. It's still a teensy bit sweet. I can't deal with sweet in my tea. So until I can get the stuff I really want (and I truly hope it's not a case of it no longer being produced; that's happened to me way too often; my local grocery store manager has put in an order for it, and I'm crossing my fingers), I'm going to take lactase and put real milk in my tea. Grumble.
On the other hand, I finished my fourth Arcane story, set in my fixit AU. I've done something almost 16,000 words in this alternate timeline. I suppose I ought to name the series something. Until I can find a name that isn't too horridly portentous, I'll resist the urge.
I also got some done on my original novel. So there's that.
(First posted on Dreamwidth, 23rd May. Manually reposted.)
Let's see:
1. Looked out my office window this morning and viewed what looked very suspiciously like an attempted break-in in the building across the street. Got outside and gave one of the two guys trying to get in the stinkeye (the other had disappeared around the back of the building,) but couldn't bring myself to go over and confront him. Old white broad being suspicious of a young black man? No, I couldn't do that, because, well, I really didn't want to be That Karen.
Went back to my desk, considered calling 911, but couldn't bring myself to do that either ... felt like 911 was too extreme, and 311 wasn't extreme enough. Dithered. About that time, the second guy showed up inside the building, to let his buddy in. So, possibly just guys whose keys weren't working? Didn't look like that, but who was I to say?
Tonight, when a bunch of cops pulled up outside that building, I thought I'd really screwed up. I went over and asked one of the cops if they were investigating a robbery. He said no, and I felt better. They were there investigating something in the building, but apparently not a - oh, wait. This would have been a burglary, not a robbery, so the cop could have been splitting hairs ... augh.
2. Had to go out to Skokie Hospital's outpatient pharmacy to get the medicated mouthwash I've used for several years to deal with mouth problems that crop up periodically. My doctor's office told me that commercial pharmacies no longer manually compound items like the mouthwash. That's frustrating and infuriating. Like, did all the commercial pharmacies get together and decide this for some reason? I know that my pharmacists all had a look of panic in their eyes every time I came in to get this filled (the last time I got it filled, in January, 2021, they were still doing it, panic notwithstanding), and I was used to having to wait a few days to get the mouthwash, but yeah, do pharmacists not learn how to compound things in pharmacy school? Augh.
Went to the hospital, asked for the pharmacy. Oh, that's in the building across the hospital campus's main street. Oh, OK (so why tell me it was in the hospital outpatient pharmacy? Whatever.) I go across to the second building. Find the pharmacy. See the sign saying that the pharmacy's credit card reader is broken, and they can only take cash or checks. Neither of which I have on me. And no ATM in that building. So back to the actual hospital I go, guessing that there's going to be an ATM there. And there is. At the opposite end of the hospital. Eventually get my mouthwash. Yay.
3. Have been unable to find the one extra creamy oat milk brand that actually tastes good in both coffee and tea. Thought I'd found something to tide me over, only to realize after using it for awhile that it was actually dairy. Yes, I actually missed that part. Observant, thy name ... isn't kaffy_r. Went and reluctantly went with a soy creamer that stated it was "original" rather than vanilla, or hazelnut, or any other damned sweet stuff. It tasted fine in my coffee. In my tea? Not so much. It's still a teensy bit sweet. I can't deal with sweet in my tea. So until I can get the stuff I really want (and I truly hope it's not a case of it no longer being produced; that's happened to me way too often; my local grocery store manager has put in an order for it, and I'm crossing my fingers), I'm going to take lactase and put real milk in my tea. Grumble.
On the other hand, I finished my fourth Arcane story, set in my fixit AU. I've done something almost 16,000 words in this alternate timeline. I suppose I ought to name the series something. Until I can find a name that isn't too horridly portentous, I'll resist the urge.
I also got some done on my original novel. So there's that.