February 06, 2004 - 5:38 p.m.

My day started off fabulously.

I thought I did not have to be at work until 11:30 am. I had a great night's sleep and started to rouse about 9 am.

The phone rang. I stupidly answered it.

"Kim?"

"Yes?"

"This is work. What happened?"

"Umm. Huh?"

"You were scheduled for 8:30."

FUUUUUUUUUCK.

In a flash of light (cigarette light that is. I wasn't about to contemplate my morning without that first dose of nicotine) I was out of bed.

I went upstairs to shower (I like to start my day without smelling) and that is when I noticed that it was snowing. Hard.

I was at work in under an hour. We were so behind with all prescriptions all morning, and I knew it was my fault. I hate that.

I had a phone call at work from a MIddle Eastern man with a thick, cheesy accent.

"I have problem with my prescription."

"Would you like to speak to a pharmacist?" (It is not my job to counsel patients about their medicine)

"No. I will speak with you."

"I'm sorry, sir. I will not be able to help you and I'd hate for you to have to tell your story twice..."

"No. I want you. I think you are cute."

It was Dave. Bastard. I hate whe people call me at work to chat.

Bored people that call me at work for company suck. They ramble on and rarely have a point and if they do they take their sweet ass time in getting to it. Meanwhile, I am trying to answer three other ringing lines, help a queue of people at the drop-off and pick-up windows, entering data, and counting pills. This is not a combination that I enjoy.

Considering the amount and quality of snow (heavy, icy) I doubt I will be spending the whole weekend with Dave in Boston. Maybe tomorrow afternoon the weather will be better and I can get down there to see him.

Will have to watch the weather reports.

Valentine's Day is coming soon. This year I actually have a man. Wonder what that means? Will I get a present? Flowers? I hope so. I think Dave's purpose in life is to provide me with material possessions that amuse me. Dave will surely disagree. Bastard.

My boyfriend is still unemployed. Must be nice to get a check from Mommy and Daddy every month. All he wants to do is sit on his widening ass and play EverQuest all day long. Unless he can find someone to pay him for that, I think making March's rent will be a challenge. Fortunately, I am extremely broke and cannot afford to support myself and cannot possibly support him.

He's put on a lot of weight in the last few months. This is hilarious. To me, he is still the sexiest man alive and extra poundage does not bother me in the least. It is refreshing to meet a man with confidence who does not give a fuck what he looks like.

This means that he does not care about what I look like. He has seen me first thing in the morning with horrid breath and makeup streaming down my face and still kissed me and said I was "cute". I love this man.

Speaking of weight, I was doing so well with my diet up until last night. I lost two more pounds last week and never felt better. Last night Liz and I almost entirely consumed a bag of Hershey's Nuggets. I feel fat.

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