The Neurotic

In the business of pharmacy, you meet a lot of really neurotic people. Like you meet all the old cat ladies and people with really bad personality disorders. They are a frequent topic of conversation because they’re fucking crazy and they have nothing better to do with their lives than call the pharmacy a bunch with bizarre or repetitive requests made solely on account of how neurotic they are.

If you see an overweight middle aged lady who aged poorly and who looks like she spends nine months of the year wrapped in her blanket knitting next to her cat, she’s probably one of my customers on Ambien, Lyrica, Klonopin, +/- Atarax. Sometimes Oxy if she feels like really having a lot of fibromyalgia. My tech today mentioned that everyone she knows who’s really neurotic don’t have jobs. She thinks that having a job and having something to fucking do makes you not neurotic because you have shit to do. Versus just sitting around being all weird alone staring at the wall.

Is life so hard to live that people need to be stupefied with psychoactive medication to get themselves through the day? Is waking up into the world and society and creation itself that stressful?

Next time: the 5 year olds on Ritalin and Zoloft


On Vacuums

So I’ve been lazy and I’ve just been using my roommates vacuums these past 4 and a half years. My roommate has a bagged upright vacuum, a Riccar. She keeps insisting that it’s good and that bagged vacuums have more suction than bagless vacuums. I couldn’t find any proof that backed up that claim, so I know she’s just repeating bullshit. She’s frightfully uneducated. And she rarely changes the bag so that it smells bad when you vacuum and it loses suction because the bag is full.

I purchased a Hoover Windtunnel 2 and it has satisfied all my vacuum requirements. It does have a slight cheap plastic-y made in China feel to it, but the suction has been excellent thus far. Just goes to show you that you can’t trust useless people.