I was sick last week and actually had to go home from work, which is something i RARELY do. I think I did it once before about a year ago…but my supervisor made me go home because i was dying in my cube not because I asked to go home. However, this time around, I have an exceptionally long shift and 1am just seemed to damn far for me to get some rest, so I went home and called out the next day.
I had a sore throat, my body was achy and i had this annoying cough. I look at my medicines.
I had tylenol fever for the sore throat but I had codeine for the cough [i had bronchitis over the summer] and there was also nyquil for the achy, stuffy head, so i can rest medicine..but not for the sore throat.
I stared at my medicines for awhile, because i don’t like ANY of my symptoms and didn’t want to deal with any of them…”well…i guess I can deal with a sore throat”. I am not having ANY of that shit.
So while one said, as long as i wasn’t taking any other medication with acetametaphin [i know i spelled that wrong] and another medication said “don’t be taking any MAOI inhibitor stuff” and another one said “don’t be pregnant”…well…that means, I can take all 3, right?
so i swallowed all of that shit.[this was tuesday night]
so, the next day, i go to work…feeling kinda floaty…not necessarily 100%, but not in such a state like i felt on monday and tuesday where I couldn’t get out of bed. so i go to work.
and like WOW, i was much more fucked up than i thought. I kept forgetting things, like how to get to work. I went to lunch with my supervisor and i had NO cash and when i went to the atm…i punch in my pin number…it says it’s wrong…i punch it in again…wrong again. WHAT THE FUCK?! Man,i was mad. I mean, i just took out cash like 3 days ago, what the fuck?! i need to fucking eat.
so my supervisor and i jet it over to my bank because i can still write myself a check. Yeah, stuck in traffic, going 0 mph. boy was i pissed. then we exit….and i can’t find my bank.
at this point, i am majorly confused…and we can’t really go around looking for it because we’re restricted to an hour [although my supervisor WAS with me, so it’s not like we’re going to get in trouble…but still]. Then i get back to work and call my bank and give them a piece of my mind. WHAT THE FUCK…why isn’t my pin number working? Did you change on me? did you send out new cards? No..no..no..the bank says and the only thing they can offer is to send me my pin number AGAIN.
So i’m looking online and find i can go to stop and shop and write myself a check and get cash back.
Ok, i’ll go to the 24 hour one and do just that.
while i’m driving home…it finally occurs to me.
Yeah, I’ve been trying to use a pin number that was given to me A YEAR AGO…before I lost my card. And it has changed since then. I magically remember my ACTUAL pin number and not my old one.
go to the atm…and it works.
i tell my supervisor this the next day and he’s like “dude, next time, GET SOME REST. You were whacked out on drugs yesterday. I mean, you were energetic and cheerful but your eyes were crazy.”
so, the lesson?
don’t mix codeine, tylenol fever and nyquil all together…cause then you’ll start using your pin number from 2004 when you really need cash and then yell at the bank for you incompetency.