We just had a thunderstorm consisting of rain and two thunders. But the second was sudden and loud and booming and pretty much right on top of us. Right after I jumped and almost “ahh” I jumped up to look for poor Quimby. Found him scared under the couch.

What I’ve done since getting to work: Make notes on exam patients, do a contact lens training, order the guy contacts and then fill out the training paperwork. One hour and 45 minutes until I leave. Out at 5pm home around 6pm in time for Quimby’s dinnertime at 7pm!

I’m stoned. I want chocolate. No, actually I need chocolate. But I have nothing chocolate at home. And it’s 1:52am so I’m not going out.

I just got lost doing some pre-book shopping and I’ll tell you what June is a big month for new releases in the lgbtq+ section.

I forgot tomorrow is Friday. I have a short 12pm to 5pm shift but I have to get ready at 9:30am so I can run right out after therapy at 11am.

My nephew and Quimby are pretty much the same guy. At 6am they wake up and start calling for mamma/human even though they know wake-up is at 7am.

Let’s all say a big thank you to Quimby for letting me nap in the six o’clock hour!

I don’t really work in a tourist area but we do get them. We’re starting to see people walking around outside in their soccer/football team gear. I’m not even sure when the first NY/NJ World Cup game is.

The best thing about getting out of work at 2pm is getting home by 3:30pm even having gone to the dispensary and grocery store which means time for an afternoon nap before Quimby insists I stay awake in the lead up to dinnertime. The worst thing about getting out of work at 2pm is only getting five hours of pay.

I want to get out of this coffee shop and away from these biochem startup people sitting next to me but I don’t know who the opening manager is and I don’t want to risk it’s the supervisor I hate and risk being alone with him any longer than needed. This is so weird they presented like two friends catching up but they’re asking stuffy professional business questions.

Everyone in the city is talking about the basketball game. I’m getting coffee before work and it’s a girl maybe in her late 20s/early 30s and a woman in her 70s ish.