Hi,
If your are reading this, and I doubt anyone is, sorry for the weird order of things. I couldn't get in to my blogger account because of a cookie issue, so I've been blogging in myspace. Maybe I'll be able to keep up now that the cookie issue is over.


The hand writing on my forehead Current mood: crushed
Today, I walked into slaveway and immediately had to hold back tears. I found myself hyperventilating, my head pounding, shaking and wondering what the fuck is this place doing to me and how did I get to be such a wimp. I took some xanax, and while this did very little to clam me down, it did make me tired and a little on the loopy side. I'm wondering how to drag myself back in tomorrrow. Anyone got a come-along? maybe some heavy equipment? Cattle prod? How did the place get so far into my brain anyhow? Did i leave the door open? Shit. Time to seriously get down to looking for other stuff to do. Anything that doesn't involve angry, idiotic assholes whose only goal in life is to pull one over on me and get the drugs early. I'm going to become the biggest hardass on that subject there is. I think part of why this bothers me so much is I've just had enough fucking lies. Anyone who will stand there and lie to my face better have an acadamy award winning story from now on, cuz otherwise, they are shit out of luck. And if they lie to me once, never gonna happen again. They can wait until hell freezes over.
K, done bitching now. Thanks to Sue, Sandi and Jill for their efforts at saving my sanity today. Your concern is greatly appreciated, even when I don't show it.


Sunday, April 29, 2007
Ya want fries with that? Current mood: aggravated
Hello, and welcome to mcpharmacyland. Just toss your prescription on the counter and tell us you've filled here before (even though you've never been near the place), and you'll be waiting for that because you're in sooooo much pain. Ignore the overhead pages when I try to call you back to the window because you have, in fact, never been here at all. Show up at the pick up window after 15 minutes and start bitching because your scripts not ready. Come back to the incoming window and give me all your info and an expired insurance card. Complain to me when the insurance card doesn't work because you got fired from that job several months ago. Now produce a medicaid card. You didn't want to use it because you just got that pain med filled from another dr at another store and its going to be rejected for a refill too soon. Now tell me you will pay cash for it, cuz you really, really need it, cuz your other script was stolen. Tell another tech you lost it. Have a heart attack when I say I will have to check with your doctor to see if you can have your hydrocodone early. Go ahead, make my day. Imagine now that you are the 4th person in line behind this asshole and that this takes place all frickin day long. Are you insane yet? I feel like a volcano, sitting quietly, nobody really noticing, letting off a little steam every so often, but underneath the pressure is building until eventually, WHAM. Some asshole is gonna push the wrong button, I'm going to tell him to shove his prescription right up his ass (insert rectally, remove wrapper first) and then quit. This would be preferred over leaving in straight jacket anyway. I'm sick of people bitching at me, so I bitch here. You however have the choice to ignore my musings if you want. Just don't bitch about them. I'm going to try to get the charlie horse out of my neck now, though I'm really not sure how I'm going to do this. Standing on my head? Pulling my head out of my ass and getting another job? Plausible.

Friday, April 13, 2007
Hello, McFly! Current mood: thirsty
Wow, its been a month since I blogged. Time just flies when your out of your mind. We finally got a new tech at work. She started yesterday and I have high hopes that she'll be able to take as much shit as the rest of us. This one is experienced and knows the local hydrocodone addicts support group pretty well. In other notes, the woman who called everyday to ask "Do I have anything there?" (see previous blogs) died last week. Sad. But another patient promptly took her spot on the daily annoying phone call hotline. Only the new one has only a few teeth left and is much harder to understand. And the daily calls from the lortab addiction family have increased with new household members. And they all still see the same Dr Feelgood, who thinks hes doing a good job by only allowing refills every 2 weeks. Fricking moron. Just shoot me now. To top it all off, some moron in a cubicle at the corporate level has to somehow justify his employment by sending out a new buttload of policies and procedures. As if the 3 inch book we already had was not sufficient, now they even want to micro-manage what color pens we use. Technicians must now use red ink, apparently so that any errors made in red can be pointed out and shoved down the throat of said technician. I agree that we need to be accurate, but, ultimately, its the pharmacist responsibility to make sure a mistake doesn't get out the door. Its their license at stake. We are only human, and the more people treat their pharmacy like mcdonalds, wanting the rx out in 5 minutes or less, the more likely they are to have an error occur. So the corporate moron writes half a book on how to avoid errors and then says to make sure no one waits longer than 20 minutes. Hello! Mc Fly! In the future I will begin asking the impatient people at my window if they would prefer the prescription to be fast, or accurate. Kinda like "Do you want fries, or a shake with that?" Maybe it should be "Would you like the blood pressure med your dr wrote for, or a similar sounding anti seizure medication?" If only Mc Donalds had insurance. No wonder my blood pressure is high.


Same Shit, Different Day Current mood: sleepy
Well, it was back to work today. I might need a forklift to drag my ass back in there tomorrow. When you take a week off, you go with some tiny glimmer of hope that something will change while you're gone, only to be rudely and disappointingly brought back to reality with the first call of the day. We had been open less than 10 minutes when the first call for an early hydrocodone refill came in. Of course the person wanted me to send the doc another fax right away. Nevermind that his office wasn't even open yet, and the last fax was sent on Sunday, when theres no one there to see it. Just fax it again. And we wonder why those doctors office staff people are sooooo very friendly when we call. Its probably all they can do no to go postal and chuck the fax machine out a window. I know right where our fax is going. Broken boob lady was back today, another early refill. She brought me chocolate. Wonder just when she caught on that i could be bought? Don't know, don't care, think I'll freeze the snickers. On a good note: Its employee appreciation week (I won't go into what an oxymoron that is) and we get to wear real clothes to work. At least I'm comfortable.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'm on vacation, yeah Current mood: content
So I'm on vacation this week. No addicts in dt's staring at me like I'm a zoo exhibit. No insurance rejections, I can completely ignore the phone and no one cares, anyone choosing to bitch at me for any reason this week does so at their own risk as I'm under no restrictions to refrain from bitch slapping them, even better, if I don't feel like doing something, I just don't. What a concept, I could so get used to this. But Monday is looming just 4 short days away and I'll have to try to find a way to retain the peacefulness of this week for at least the 1st 10 minutes on Monday morning. After that I'm going pharmaceutical. I have replaced my bathroom sinks and faucets, taken a 600 mile drive to see a cave, and tomorrow i'm going to play in paint. What a great week off. I'll be back to bitching in a few days, until then, happy days.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I need a little cheese with my whine Current mood: lethargic
I was pathetic yesterday. Get me a little sick and I start whining like a baby and sounding just like all the customers I despise. I just could not muster sympathy for anybody. I feel much better today. I have not had an urge to hurl in at least 12 hours now, what an improvment. Yesterday I didn't have the necessary energy to go pharmaceutical, although I did dish out some penalty minutes and told 1 person to quit calling. Penalty lady calls to see if the doc has renewed her 9 prescriptions, yes, those are ready, but will you go look and see for sure? Automatic penalty minutes for assuming I'm too stupid to know if the f#$cking prescriptions are ready. The 1 who kept calling was looking for a refill for......say it with me...hydrocodone! Is there anything else? Told her if she keeps calling repeatedly she will have to get it somewhere else. She is part of a family of 5 who all take the same dose of hydrocodone, from the same doctor, who can't seem to put together that they all live at the same address, even though all the names are different. And I found out yesterday that there are 14 houses on that familys block that are for sale. Couldn't be because no one wants to live next to a drug cartel could it? And to top things off, someone at corporate, in their infinite wisdom, has cut another 8 hours from our tech schedule. F#$cking moron. They actually asked for suggestions to increase our prescription count. Hmmm, send a sick person to visit the local grade schools? Accost people on the way out of the dr's offices? The suggestion we sent was "Provide adequate staffing so people don't have to wait too long". Our district manager says that suggestion is not "in a positive light" for our general manager. Positive light? I don't get paid enough to blow smoke up his ass. If he doesn't want the truth, then don't ask. The whole reason we keep getting our hours cut is so the GM will get his big bonus for keeping labor under control. Nevermind how much business you lose in the process. What a dumbshit. Oh well, off to another glorious day dishing out pills to the clueless. Have a nice day.

Monday, February 12, 2007
Where has the time gone? Current mood: evil
Guess I'm slacking off on my blogging lately. I think my burnout has metamorphasized into apathy. Out of the cacoon right into the straight jacket. Anyway, in the pharmaceutical world, the past couple weeks have produced a few winners, tons of whiners (including me) and a few losers. In honor of the awards season I'll start with the winners. The award for "Best excuse for running out of Lortab early" goes to the Broken Boob lady. I'm still pondering the possibilties of just how you go about breaking a boob. Even a fake one. One would think it might take something like a highspeed car crash to do that. Did she mash it? What with? Did she puncture it? How? Did it spontaneously combust? WTF? This one even brought me flowers for having been such a pain in the ass all day. I admit, I had a hard time hating my job during this one. The next award is for "Best excuse for Rushing for the staff" This older lady, who forgot that wisdom should come with age, took her bowel prep medication, then came to the store to shop. Huh? Anyone familiar with bowel preps, and this lady was, knows that after you start taking the stuff you are going to be shitting your brains out very shortly, and moving any more than 10 feet from a toilet could have some very disgusting results. She was literally dancing at the counter for Jill to hurry up. What if she hit every red light? I think theres 3 between her house and the store. That could have traumatized a whole intersection. Ewwwwwwww. The award for Stupidist idea in coporate goes to: The moron who thinks automatic refills are a good idea. Someone please whack this bastard in the head with a brick. Lets examine why this is so stupid. We are not allowed to return uneeded stock because of the excessive re-stocking rate, yet we have an inventory goal that we are 15 grand over, so just to make sure we have plenty of extra stock, lets automatically refill everyones prescriptions that they may, or may not, be taking. When the rx's are not picked up after 7 days, we will have to put the stuff back into our already overinflated supply that can't be returned but which we keep getting yelled at to reduce, but have no way to reduce except to hope the shit goes out of date and we can get rid of it. See my point? Why doesn't it occur to anyone at corporate to ask those of us who are actually working at the retail level what things might improve business? Guess they just think we are all too stupid to have any good ideas. On to the whiners. Oh yeah, I just did. Sorry. Ok, so losers it is. The strangest loser of late is a pharmacist at another store. The drug delivery guy picked up the pharmacists pen and used it to write something. Pharmacist, goes off the deep end. For real. Calls the store manager, who fails to see the obvious problem with said driver and does not have him executed as requested, so pharmacist calls police. Tells them the driver touched his pen. Cops have a great laugh, choose to ignore nustcase. Nutcase then decides he is too traumatized to finish his shift, closes pharmacy and sends staff home. Not sure what happened to him after that, knowing the company I work for, he was likely transferred to another store where no one knows he's crackers and won't until someone else touches his pen. Yeah, I wanna work with him.

it to the boneheads every year. But then they would come up with something else they just don't get, and I'd run out of space. It appears I may have the whole weekend off, I'm looking for a hole to crawl into.