I need to cut the bottom shelf off some cabinets, rewire a plug, and clear out some crap out of the laundry room before the guys get here tomorrow to deliver the washer and dryer! And it better frigging fit after all this mess I’ve gone through.
Since I’m obsessed with the laundry room, I have little else to talk about, except maybe that the pharmacy has a new TECHNICIAN working there. The name tags say:
Note that the clerk has lowercase letters on his badge. They don’t have their names on the badges for some reason, but I figured out everybody’s name already. Heck, there’s only four of them (three previously) and they call each other by their names so it isn’t too hard to figure out. They’re awfully friendly and cheerful for the clientele they usually have. There are some office workers, but the people getting their prescriptions filled look fairly scruffy. It’s probably the closest pharmacy to the downtown flophouses. It doesn’t have all the junk my uncle’s pharmacy had (notably missing the comic books and magazines), but it has its charm.