Evening, couch.

Well, I got a call from the exceptional student education director at the school board today telling me she pulled my teaching credentials from the state database and saw that I was not certified to teach reading. I said I didn't think I had to be since I wasn't last year and was allowed to do extended-school-year. It's not the same director this year as last year (the one that was there last year retired this past December). This new director told me that since I was not reading certified that I could not do the extended-school-year, so that is off the books now. Oh well.

Had C this morning. He is still his usual self. A typical teen wanting to sleep in. :-P I got hm up and moving though. We went on a bike ride around his neighborhood. He tried to take the "short" route, but I wouldn't let him, it doesn't give him enough exercise.

Stopped to eat lunch at Chili's after C. Brought leftovers home to eat tonight, but I'm not hungry right now, so it shal be lunch tomorrow.

Came home from Chili's and fell asleep and took a rather long nap until I had to leave for CVS tonight. CVS was nuts. Realy busy. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I survived though.

CVS is going well over-all. Last night it was slow and I go "news". The pharmacy manager wants to move me into the assistant inventory technician position. It is not an official label with corporate or anything (only inventory technician is), but it would be a step towards inventory tech. So, I spent the night doing inventory management training tasks, doing cycle counts, out-of-stocking prescription orders and adding them to the cart to be ordered the next day. I asked why he chose me when I just started and I am sure there are others ahead of me for such a title (even if it is just a title). I was told because I was a fast learner and smart and have been improving faster than any employee in the past that he can remember. That made me feel good. I have slowly learned to take compliments. When I was a kid and in college and before I started therapy, compliments would make me blush as they embarrassed me. Now I can take them to heart, say thank you, and tell myself all my hard work is paying off. So, I am in training to be the assistant inventory person. As boring as it sounds, I even find inventory stuff fun. I like using the scan gun and entering the needed information into it. I guess it makes me feel special because not everyone is allowed to use it.

Well, I have C again tomorrow morning, so I'd better get to bed, so I am not tired and am able to wake up in the morning.

Night, couch.