Trish and I love to sing at work. She starts it 90% of the time. (You can tell how long she's been at work by a) how much she is singing and b) how badly she is botching the lyrics.) We listen to Muzak. Our subscription has some ridiculous amount of stations, which we change all the time because the staff in the two portions of the pharmacy can never agree on what to listen to. Normally the front staff puts on 80s or alternative, while the back staff puts on contemporary pop (ranging from good, ok, I-can-deal-with-it, and bad) or country.

We sang this one on Wednesday. Botched it pretty badly too, might I add.

I finally caved, somehow managed to figure out the band and song title, and looked up the actual lyrics. I'm a chronic repeat listener. And this song is my new obsession! (You know, for a few days anyway...)

Fridays are my double-days. I go in for a shift in the back, and then stay for a shift in the front. The back is always interesting. It is quite different from working in the front. The best quote from yesterday was: "I want to go swimming in Prilosec." Work is definitely always an experience, and normally a good one at that. In the back, I get to be the runner, from the main back area to the drive-through area. Which is nice: there are steps and if we are busy enough (which, on Fridays, we always are) it's like I'm getting paid to work out. :-) There's a little, teeny-tiny window at the drive-through. Everyone who works in the back are short, petite women. This is important because we can fit through the window. At some point every shift, I find myself standing on the tips of my toes so I can fit my entire torso out the window and lean over to the customer's car. (It must be some undefined law of nature: customers always pull too close to the window or too far from the window. there is no middle-ground.) As I'm going through this routine, I always inevitably crack myself up. I feel like I'm in The Wizard of Oz, running around shouting "don't pay attention to the man behind the curtain." And the man behind the curtain is, of course, me.

These references are becoming pretty typical for me. On Tuesday I burst out laughing because a customer has a voice/oration very similar to Templeton the Rat in Charlotte's Web. He really reminds me of the scene after Templeton has been to the fair. "What a night! Never have I seen such leavings! Everything well ripened, seasoned with the passage of time and the heat of the day. Oh, it was rich, my friends. Rich!" I really wanted to show that scene, but this will have to do... (And no worries, the customer had exited the building before my little laughter episode. And poor Trish had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.) I must say that random childhood memories do make life much more interesting though. :-)