So then she said...

Let's catch up, shall we? Over the weekend I got to cross off "pool of blood INSIDE the store" off my unwanted bucket list because some 18 year old dude got into a bicycle accident, then possibly drove himself to the drugstore instead of the ER that is like, three doors down, and tried to bleed out via his foot on our carpet. None of the higher ups answered the call, again, so A's solution was to pour enough peroxide on the bloody pools to make a bloody foamy mess that I literally could not look at for too long without wanting to hurl. I made the mistake of watching (by accident) when she poured the second bottle on the second puddle and seeing the foam go flying was just confirmation that I could never be a nurse.

That and seeing, for approximately half a second, the pool of blood coming outta the kid while A was outside calling 911, again.

( Side note... )

Sadly, the person I thought might actually have insight into what should be done either overslept or just straight up didn't show by the time I had to leave. Sigh.


In better news, I went and got my permit yesterday. Again. Whatever. I'm still not looking forward to having to do the actual skills test, but I figured I should go ahead and get the written out of the way. Had I fully realized that yes, having had my permit before (and being ye olden age) would've meant I could skip the excessive (not really) waiting time for the skills test, I would've done this prior to the heatwave time. Probably. Maybe. Dunno, actually. Anyway, going to the DMV was about as fun as you'd expect. Lots of people, very loud, and a lot of waiting. Overall wait 15 minutes my ass. I should've cleaned my glasses while waiting but since I was juggling my purse, my paperwork, and my book that held my "maybe I can get my RealID?" stuff, I didn't really have the hands for it. Passed the vision test, got sent to the testing room where I was told absolutely NO TALKING and no cheating. Cool.

The dude who was in there nearly the entire time I was waiting was still in there and dude was talking to himself the whole damn time. Naturally my station was right next to him. Part of me wanted to say something after, but I'm also fairly certain he had to repeat the things to himself so he could figure out the answers. So... I didn't say shit, but did have to eventually skip questions that were obviously worded as traps because he was distracting as fuck. Hit my magical number of "yay, you passed!" questions, left the fishbowl of distractions, and went to pay even more fees. Yay. This is where I was asked if I was gonna take the skills test soon because if I got my physical card, I had to wait 31 days to take the skills test. I think. Seriously, this station was right under one of the speakers blaring out the numbers being served, and the lady was very nice but made me seem loud. I went ahead and got my ID made same day, which meant going to wait in the camera line and then getting the Wednesday Addams smile treatment. As in, I tried to smile for my ID unlike last time (where I looked very much like a dour version of my dad) annnnnnnnnd they had to redo it with my glasses off. It is a terrible photo and I loathe it, but I figure maybe that'll help me not drag my feet as much about getting the actual license?

Not gonna stress about that now. To celebrate, first I hit the Dollar Tree where I was trying to get a new laundry basket (success, though they only had the same white and grey as before), and a new garden flag holder. Failure on that one. Sigh. Grabbed a couple of drink mixes for mom and headed out to Michaels to see their early Halloween/Summerween stuff.

I ran into someone who also seemed to be in Halloween heaven and I debated buying some of the cute but def overpriced stuff, but wanted to hold out incase TJ Maxx had any of the Summerween stuff I'd seen online. Spoiler: they only kinda did. They had exactly one very sparse display that filled me with joy but almost everything on it was a candle or kitchen towels and I needed neither. The line was also wrapped through the queue three times so I didn't feel like standing there just to be possibly told that my gift card didn't work. So... I went outside where I almost immediately melted because that heatwave is no fucking joke. Jesus. I couldn't even stand in the shade while I tried to figure out where Mums was parked because there were some people canvasing the area and I didn't want to get roped into whatever weird thing they were trying to recruit people for. Instead I chose to wander around the parking lot, at noon, wearing all black (well, Rainbow Brite was on my shirt), trying to pick our car out of a sea of very similar cars. It was not my brightest move and Mom didn't answer her phone, and there I would have stayed had she not honked her horn when I started to walk right on by.

Oh, there was a stop at HomeGoods between Michaels and TJ but other than a cute crab I couldn't get a picture of because some lady wouldn't get the fuck outta the way and I didn't feel like fighting her over it since I didn't want to buy the crab, it didn't really have anything I wanted. They did have a cute Stitch and Scrump mug and a Queer all Year purple mug, but again, not worth the line.

Came home, cooled down, got some lunch, seethed again over Michaels putting locks on their doors (it's why I ultimately didn't buy anything. I got annoyed even if I do understand why they probably did it. But maybe have a sign at the hallway entrance that says you need an associate now?), and vegged out through Bob's Burgers and The Great North, which I gather is likely on its last season? Booooooooo, Fox. Booooooooo.

AC got fixed Thursday afternoon. I woke up sometime after when the cat launched herself at me and I remember snuggling back into bed because for the first time in a week it was legitimately comfortable in my room instead of just close enough. ♥ The downside of course was that I went from pretty much springing from my bed when my alarm went off because work has AC to dragging my feet because bed is comfy, dammit.