T’was the weekend before Christmas…

… and all through the house
There was stuff needed doing
And fires to douse.

The stockings were hung on the mantel with care
Including poor Warrior Princess’s
And I don’t care if it doesn’t rhyme or scan
Cause I still miss her.

Once again I am book wrapping for donations to the cat shelter, and once again it has turned into a black hole into which time disappears and never returns. I’m not doing nearly as much as I had for the fund raiser the past few years. but my odd, unpredictable hours prevent me from signing up more than three or four times a week.

I now officially have four shifts to go before bidding adieu to Big Box Pharmacy. They’re making it easy to say good-bye. I spent hours on my last three shifts making phone calls. Upper Management Types at Corporate Central have been concerned/upset/annoyed because people have not turned to us en masse for their flu shots this year. Our Pharmacy Manager was given a list from corporate of 60 people who got a flu shot with us last year but not this year. We were to call them, find out if they’d gotten their flu shot this year, and if so ask them where they got it. As you’ve probably already guessed, I got that job. I found the whole thing uncomfortable and embarrassing. Frankly, it’s none of our business where they got their shots. I turned it into a “We noticed that you got a shot with us last year but didn’t get a shot with us this year” reminder call instead. Fortunately, most people were more than happy to volunteer that they’d already gotten their shot at the doctor’s/grocery store/municipal clinic/competing pharmacy/work/whatever. I only had once guy get annoyed, and that’s apparently because we somehow screwed up the paperwork on his shot last year.

The shingles rash continues to heal. In the last couple of days it has started to itch in specific places. I have taught myself not to scratch – it rapidly turns from itch to major pain if I put any pressure on those areas. I’m hoping this is just part of the healing process and goes away.

It’s flurrying outside. Remembering our freak Christmas snowstorm of last year, I can’t help but wonder what this year has in store. Meanwhile, the freakish mild/rainy fall has caused my daffodils to sprout and the poor suckers are about an inch out of the ground now. I fear this spells disaster for this spring’s flower crop.