tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367548702024-03-13T05:55:09.574-07:00These people handle your food.........Welcome to my mind. Its breezy in here. I used to be a certified (maybe certifiable) pharmacy tech in a grocery store pharmacy. My blogs generally dealt with the absurdities of retail pharmacy, and humanity in general. Now I'm a county Health Inspector, and humanity is still absurd. Enjoy the ride.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-25697955918079214322008-06-23T19:24:00.000-07:002008-06-23T19:33:03.572-07:00Conference Day 2Its was bug day. Really. I learned about emergency mosquito control, (little tiny condoms?) and bed bugs, (still itching thank you very much) oh, and ticks. I've had a few drinks too. Wonder what I'll be dreaming about tonight? Mosquitos riding around on giant engorged ticks, and if I so much as imagine a bed bug I may have to sleep in the car. Not really, I'm staying with a clean freak. I'm pretty sure she goes along behind me with a bleach rag....... Anyway, I learned a couple things today. If you take your own lunch to the Westin you won't have to pay $15.00 for lunch. And the bug guys are funny bunch. Guess you would have to be. I hope the next time they use two hotels someone actually asks how far apart they are. If you want to attend something at a different site, you have to miss the whole hour because theres only 10 minutes between programs and theres 20 minutes between the resorts. Duh.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-7374102160149182372008-06-22T17:00:00.000-07:002008-06-22T17:07:12.887-07:00The NEHA ConferenceDay 1 of the conference and I only fell asleep once. Ok, it was a really brief nap. Someone surley would have noticed if I snored. I'll have to pick my subjects better. I'm hoping to hear the restaurant horror stories of other inspectors, mostly so I can horrify friends, family and the poor bastards in my food handler classes. If you can make someone with a blue mohawk and 47 facial piercings come close to tossing his cookies you've got his attention. Then again, it makes eating out way more of an adventure than it should be. Can you see the headline: "Health Inspector convention infected by tainted finger foods". Maybe I won't eat........These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-28765962836186074262008-06-14T10:30:00.000-07:002008-06-14T11:00:21.545-07:00These people are handling your food......So, I've gone from being a pharmacy tech where people screamed at me all day to hurry the fuck up and why is my co-pay so high, to being a health inspector and realizing that the dregs of society are often the people handling my food. The same drug addicts that came to the pharmacy are cooking in the local diner. Although I will give them credit for having a job to support thier meth habit so my tax dollars don't have to, I wonder just what they are doing when I'm not there. Based on the boneheaded shit they do right in front of me, I don't even want to think about it. Just order something thats got to be cooked fresh and really hot. Patty melts are generally safe. Stay away from salad. Amazing how often you go in the walk in refrigerator and find meat bleeding on the salad, rags dripping on stuff, mold growing on the walls, etc. And I'm sick to death of the people who just took an order in English and then stand and stare at me like a deer in the headlights and claim "no English". Really? Then go the fuck back to Mexico, or China or bumfuck Egypt. Learn the language or get the fuck out. On the plus side, most of them don't have the guts to yell at me. They operate on whole different plain (plane?). They think that since they didn't refrigerate the meat where they came from, and maggots are just extra protien, whats the problem. And does it really matter if the beans are 90 degrees after 3 days, we're gonna re-heat 'em anyway? And for some reason the boss frowns on my giving the most honest and unambiguous answer "This is no longer Mexico" We got it fair and square a long time ago so just fucking get over it, and do it our way. Quit trying to drag us all back into the dark ages. Of course, this doesn't explain the average white american citizens who do the same thing. That I can only blame on inbreeding. The family tree of some people is just a telephone pole. Or that combined with lots of meth, so now the brain and whats left of the teeth have holes. When did teeth become optional anyway? So, the next time you sit down to that restaurant meal, look into the kitchen and smile. If they are growling at you, they are illegals who wish you would just drop the damn money and go. If they are inbred meth addicts, the smile back will not contain teeth. Now you know what to look for.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-26446065581676881662007-12-02T18:54:00.000-08:002007-12-02T18:55:35.724-08:00Is it the holidays or what?If it was possible to reach through the phone line and rip out someones vocal cords, I would have done it today. And happily at that. I swear I'm done answering the damn phone anymore. We filled an rx for an expensive antibiotic a couple days ago, and the bitch about to lose her cords threw a fit because her copay was forty bucks. Versus the hundred she would have paid without insurance. So we only had 4 in stock, we sold her the whole thing and ordered the rest. Well, stupid supplier, who verified they had it, didn't bother to actually send it. I told the woman I would re-bill her insurance for 4 tablets and refund her the difference and she could get the rest somewhere else. She has screaming fucking fit and wants us to just give her the pills for free since we are such a bunch of dumbasses, who couldn't get her hardly ever used antibiotic. News flash! No one stocks a large quantity of ketek because the only docs who ever write for it just got a visit from the big boobed drug rep cheerleader, and lets face it, this town is too small for the big boob cheerleader to waste much of her time in. So we transferred the remainder across the street to a store that had 7 ketek tablets in stock. Still not enough, I'm sure she is over there having a shitfit on them too. I'm also sure she will complain about me to the corporate bozos and they will slap my hand tell me to pull a rabbitt out of my ass and produce the product for her. Funny thing, she wanted to know if we didn't have enough because of employee theft. Hahahahahaha, duh, if I were a thief I'd be sure to steal the antibiotics and not the narcotics. Stupid. Anyway, it seemed everyone took an ugly pill today. They were inpatient, beyond the norm, nasty, bitchy and generally ugly all day long. The ones on the phone were even worse. Only good thing to come of the day is the hospice patient who may actually get her pain meds instead of having them highjacked by her daughter and grand daughter. They kept reordering her hydrocodones much too soon, So soon that if she was really getting them her liver would have already failed and killed her. So just where were all those hydro's going? Taken by the kids for their own use or maybe for sale. After multiple calls to the doc, he opted for duragesic patches that the hospice nurse will apply herself every three days. I just hope those 2 leeching morons don't figure out how to use them. So tomorrow I have a huge stack of narcotics orders that can't be dispensed until the first, along with whatever else isn't done from today, and I'm thinking of taking up heavy drinking at about 4:01 tommorrow afternoon. If I don't go pharmacuetical at 8:01am. Could happenThese people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-32067622486532580692007-11-18T06:35:00.000-08:002007-11-18T06:37:53.587-08:00CAtching upWeasel Dick<br />So my boss is a spineless weasel dick. I've been stewing over this for a couple of days now. In my last post I told you abouth the nutcase who won't stop bitching. Well, he's now bitched to every level of management except the byrdbrain at the top and they have all bent right over for him. In one of his phone calls to the store manager he made the "comment" that it would be shame if any of the pharmacy staff were to "get hurt". Sounds like a direct threat to me, call the cops immediately, but noooooooooo. Instead our boss rolls over for his boss and tells us to do whatever this stupid motherfucker wants. Well, kiss my lily white ass. No where in my job description does it say that I have to provide customer service to someone who threatens me. In fact, If the bastard says 1 word to me, I will call the cops, not store management, and I will take out a restraining on the asswipe. Good luck coming in the store then. But the part that gets me the most, is that the managers know that this asshole is mentally unstable, that he had to be accompanied by a case worker to his old pharmacy, and that he may not be on his meds now. They still think we should all just kiss his ass and give him whatever he wants. I think not, protecting myself from the likes of this man and his evil follower managerbots is much more important. I didn't expect anything more, I wish we had the old store manager back, at least she gave a shit about us.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=329689061&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">6:21 AM </a>-<br />Wednesday, November 14, 2007<br />Have I died and this is hell?<br />Our pharmacists are dropping like flies and I didn't even do it. First our fastest pharmacist, I'll call her quick draw, cuz she does everything and does it fast, went on vacation for a week. See last weeks blog for death threats against the floater. So last week sucked, but then poor quick draw went and fell down while hiking in Hawaii and broke her wrist. Needs surgery , out for while, and we will have to deal with more floaters in her place. Fuck. Yesterdays floater had not worked for our brand of slave driver ever. She had to be shown virtually everything, and because of that was about as helpful as a case of hives. Today we get a different one. Things go relatively ok except for the making me run back and forth from the in window to the out window all morning, wearing me out, and making me generally bitchy and annoyed. Then he starts having chest pains. I told you I didn't do it, I'd only thought about it a couple times. Anyway, he leaves early, place explodes with scripts that everybody wants right fucking now. Like the 17 year old who showed up to get her prenatal vitamins 10 days after we had put them back on the shelf cuz she didn't pick them up last time, and she wants 'em right now. Why? Did she put the babies development on hold for a while or what. I filled five other rx's first. Penalty minutes. One old lady wasted I don't how much time flirting with the remaining pharmacist, who was not even remotely interested in being flirted with. The fact that she smelled like cat piss might have had a little to do with it. But the topper of the day was jackass who complained to management that we were not "respectful" enough. Said jackass stopped on sunday and told the tech to just fill all my prescriptions. She asked which ones, he replied that he did not know, it was not HIS responsibilty to know, just fill them all. She insisted on going through the list of meds anyway, only to find he wasn't still taking them all and half of them had no refills. He was told the doc would be contacted for refills and could not understand why we couldn't just refill them , why did we need to call the doc? So today the fucker comes in to pick up and gets annoyed because theres a line. He comes to my window demanding to know if our computer is down because the guy at the register is having to sign a log book. So I told him that the man was getting sudafed and its required that he sign a log book. The jackass wants to know why. I told him to get back in line. Maybe he heard me add stupid motherfucker as he walked away? Any how, the manager came by wanting our side of the story. We offered to transfer the guys scripts to anyone else, please please, oh wait , thats how we got him. Shit, we need to send him back to whoever wished him on us. We must have really pissed someone off. Paybacks are a bitch.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=328715809&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">6:32 PM </a>- <br />Saturday, November 10, 2007<br />OMG<br />Yesterday must have lasted at least a hundred years. Maybe more. We still had the floater, who apparently doesn't answer phones no matter how many times they ring, how many are ringing or if you are already on one. He insisted that the only phone calls he wanted were ones that involved new scripts or couselling of patients. He has no idea how close he came to getting a phone enema. Especially when I had to keep running from one window to the other because he thinks running the tech back and forth is preferrable to him going to the window. So, I'm at the register, and theres an angry mob sniffling and coughing at the drop off window waiting for me to get back there, and I'm trying to get a persons money, signature etc, 3 fucking phones are ringing and he stands there putting labels on a bottle. In the words of Achmed, "I KILL YOU".Wanna play games, I put all three lines on hold and told him they were for him. It was that or I was going to have verbally castrate him. The customers were no better. We had long times due to the staffing issues of the day, so it was half an hour to forty five minutes minimum all day. This caused multiple bitch sessions and spread the feeble vaneer of patience I had left to the vanishing point. One person shows up with rx's for herself and her baby, shes on medicaid but no id cards, no info, just call and get it(which took 20 miutes on hold listening to a really bad endless music loop). She was snotty and had an attitude that made me want to bitch slap her. Then I find out shes staying in the battered womens shelter and the sane part of me feels really bad for her, but the part of me that just dealt with her attitude can completely understand the urge to beat the shit out of her. I know, I know, Karma's gonna get me. We were about 100 rx's behind when I left, I could easily have put in the OT yesterday, Not, no fucking way, I bailed with only 1/2 an hour OT and went out and had fun. I will go work overtime today instead. Fuck it.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=327232709&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">5:27 AM </a>- <br />Thursday, November 08, 2007<br />Drama Queens<br />Some days just make you wanna go Uhg. Today we had a floater pharmacist. Nice enough guy, bought us all lunch, but by the time I left I was exhausted just from listening to him. Not only did he talk incessantly, hes also a drama queen. When you ask him to counsel the patient on a new medication he can't seem to just say take it with food, or take it twice a day, no, its a dissertation on the drug, its potential side effects, its other uses, its color, shape, flavor and sexual status. The patients eyes glaze over and they stare numbly wondering what the fuck is he talking about. He will finish his speech and walk away, and the patient will look at me and ask "can I take it with beer?" Meanwhile the "angry mob" waiting behind this person are all pissed off because the fast food pharmacy isn't going fast enough. One old bat, who I swear drew on eyebrows with glowing blue eyeshadow, wanted to know why the hell the pharmacist needed to do a final check on her script. Duh, I guess accuracy isn't an issue. I should have offered her a laxitive instead of the pain med, wonder if she'd notice. Speaking of bad eyebrows, another brow challenged customer was in today. Let me paint you a picture of this guy. Medium height, bald on top but kinky shoulder length hair on the bottom, wears tye dyed shirts, pants that he has cut off just above the ankle, suspenders, striped socks and jesus boots. He wears big ass glasses, and you guessed it, draws on his eyebrows. With a marker. A green marker. And he likes them to look bushy. Do you realize the internal damage I have to do to keep a straight face when he orders his meds? By the way, no psych meds at all. By now I need the psych meds.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=326846697&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">7:09 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=326846697&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">0 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=326846697&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=326846697&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA7KgZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECJRSBZdjKclkBBDGn4OUcWq4Lz4pSicyNxueBCjURU6UOLPb410T9FbOl8cRMBiM0h%2F7tCAon5qmePdiznVe%2Ff%2FLGowE&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=326846697&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=326846697&Mytoken=288E422F-4BB2-4B3E-A7A55686E678CF4524707813">Remove</a>These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-80825213391531006362007-11-06T19:50:00.001-08:002007-11-06T19:50:29.546-08:00Blog MeShit. I am exhausted tonight. My feet are screaming and I'm thinking about joining our junkie friends and mixing my darvocet with some alcohol. Do you think this will suck my brains out the way it seems to have done to so many others? Whoo hoo. I'm realizing too, that the other pharmacies in town have loads of fruit loops too, because one of them no longer handles most of the medicaid patients and many of them are turning up to darken our door. And they don't just have medical problems, they have major mental problems too. Or maybe its just the buttload of mind altering drugs they take everyday. And its whole families too. There is one family of 4 in which all of them are on the most dangerous and last resort antischitzophrenic med. How can they all be that screwed up? Did someone just stir their brains a little while they were baking? Did their mother live on a toxic waste site? WTF? And why do 8 members of 1 family all need hydocodone? To make a living of course. They probably gross more per year than the pharmacist does, and they get all of it free cuz they are on medicaid. And these are the fuckers that call every 1/2 hour for days wanting to know if their refills are ready. Bastards. Oh, and then theres the jerk faces who call me to say that the doctors office says they never got the fax, you know, the one that I have a confirmation that it did indeed go through to the doctors office and they ignored it, and when I tell them it did go through they as much as call me a liar. So next time someone insinuates that I'm lying and that I never sent the fax, I'm going to suggest they just come get the fucking request and hand deliver it themselves, then they won't have to deal with lying pharmacy techs. Of course, they may have hard time reading the request after removing it from their ass...............These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-14998443975973917262007-10-30T21:11:00.000-07:002007-10-30T21:12:21.771-07:00Silence! I kill YouSILENCE! I kill you. Current mood: stressed<br />Thanks rugrat, I love that line and I'm going to incorprate it into my daily routine. The next time I tell a customer it'll be 20 minutes for your 3 prescriptions and they start to bitch, I will yell, Silence, I kill you. Bet that'll have 'em shitting biscuits all the way to customer service. I want the first of the month moved to the middle, just to spread some of the shit around. The moon is a little too full too, and its causing the real whacko's to lose it even more. If I wore a shirt to work tomorrow that said "fuck off and die" do you think I could pass it off as a halloween costume, rather than a direct threat? Probably not. Think I'll go as a redneck. I can wear anything that way and no one will notice I actually work there. Oh yeah, today we got just abouth the grossest of too personal information we've ever had. So I will share it with you and you can be grossed out too. We have a cartoon on the wall of a very large woman, bent over to feed the cat and the cat is freaking out looking at her crotch. So this guy comes in, and he sees the cartoon and laughs. Then proceeds to tell us it reminds him of this girlfriend he had, who had an STD, that made her snatch smell so bad the cats were attracted to the bathroom even with the door closed. So, what do you say to the customer who has just told you this story? Thats nice? Eww, ick, I need a shower now, excuse me while I hurl, please don't touch my counter, are you still dating this person? Get out now. The tech who was face to face with him had this look af absolute disgust on her face, and it was too good not to laugh at. Oh yeah, I also got to be gagged to death with the smell of old pee. I had to help a little old woman who couldn't figure out her glucose meter. This means I had to sit at the same table with her and about a weeks worth of peed on clothing. Its really hard to talk while holding your breath. And and the smell sorta hangs in your nostrils for a while, making you wish you could just take a bic lighter and singe everything out of there. Or maybe a garden hose would wash it out. Vicks vapor rub? anything! SILENCE, I kill you! check out Achmed the dead terrorist on you tube. Be prepared to snort beer out of your nose.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-69457868757494096482007-10-16T06:29:00.000-07:002007-10-16T06:32:25.611-07:00I hereby declare....... Current mood: lazy<br />I am now delaring it a punishable offense to call the pharmacy, repeatedly, to ask if your medication is ready yet. Nevermind that it was called in on sunday night and didn't have any refills on it, and its now monday morning and not even 9 yet, and the doctor is not going to get it here until much later. Why are so many people sure that if they just keep calling every few minutes that I will pull a rabbit out of my ass and it will magically appear? About the 5th call they are wondering why on earth I'm so short with them. I couldn't possibly have anything else to do on a monday morning. I couldn't possibly have a hundred or so rx's to process between 8 and 9am. I don't have a pile of stuff left from last week, while I was on vacation, that needs to be fixed. This pile does not indicate what things I need to teach anyone how to do. Nope, nothing else to do but sit on the fax waiting for prescriptions to hatch. And its a guarantee that if you have called me over and over again I will take my sweet time getting done. Penalty minutes. The only people who are immune to them are really sick kids and people who just left the dentist. I can pity them for being in a hurry. Everyone else is just being a pain in the ass when they try to rush me. When I get that classic line from dumbasses with no clue, "why 20 minutes, you only have to count 30 pills?, said with a snarky little attitude that indicates that I'm some kind of moron if I can't go any faster than that, I am now getting snarky back and telling them "yes, it will take at least that long becuase you were not here first". This is followed by, well can't you move it up for me? Sure, when you extract your head from your ass I will think about it. I will do it when pigs fly. And don't try the molasses trick either. The one where snarky instead acts like my best friend, asking about my day, pretending to be syrupy sweet, thinking that along with burnt out and overstressed it also says stupid on my forehead. You get penalty hours, not minutes, for that one. Oh, and one of the speed dialers today live saround the corner from me. I think I'll run over his flower bed, while he's in it. So to make up for all the assholes, snarky witches and other vermin I had to deal with on Monday, I get one person, whom I spent alot of time trying to figure out insurance stuff for and was at least able to tell her what she needed to do, told me I was a blessing. The very few and far between are the reason that I come back for everday. Today is a 10 hour shift, I'll try to refrain from bitch slapping anyone. Maybe.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-2011214704891209702007-10-01T19:41:00.000-07:002007-10-01T19:42:35.568-07:00catching up cross postingOctober 1, 2007 - Monday<br />count by 5’s Current mood: drained<br />Ok, I hereby declare it illegal to have the first of the month fall on a monday. I also declare it legal to slap the lips off anyone who calls in their refill on a monday morning and expects it to be done before noon. Shit. We didn't even begin to catch up til almost 5 and that was only a brief lull, which I used to bail the fuck out. 9 hours on monday feels like 27. And why is it that people will show up at 8am to pick up the refill they called in at 10pm last night and wonder why its not done. I've tried to explain that the pharmacy fairies, who magically fill your prescription during the night while the store is closed , have gone on strike. Instead of magical refills they spend the night hiding things we will need the next day, and creating new, "enhanced" features in our outdated computer system. I think these same fairies are sending faxes at night to various doctors, demanding refills of hydrocodone, little bastards. See what today has done to whats left of my mind. The place is driving me crazy, and while I know its a short drive can't I at least enjoy the view? They're coming to take me away Haha........... Oh yeah, lyrica will screw up your coordination big time. You're innocently strolling into the h thru p aisle to get the prevacid when your world stands on its side just long enough to make you grab hold of the nearest anything to say upright. Great stuff. And what you grab is never nailed down so you dump stuff everywhere and enp up totally pissed off. Then one of Dr Feelgoods patients will show up with his script for perocdan, and his girlfriends too, and gets pissed of when you tell him it'll be about an hour cuz he's not first in line, and theres only 2 of you working and the fucking phone won't stop ringing, and every call is another of Dr Feelgoods patients wanting to know if their percodan, hydrocodone, alprazolam, diazepam, percocet, etc etc is ready yet. Stress leave. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=315193635&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">7:07 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=315193635&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=315193635&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=315193635&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECGGojCNomw9ZBBBMkqw6rTQhwN7IhEttVHmZBCigvWhl9BiZPxebsCwWO8JbrGps0Z3m7kdq9MR2lULg1H21pcDCOiZJ&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=315193635&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=315193635&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />September 26, 2007 - Wednesday<br />dumb, dumb, dumb Current mood: exhausted<br />So some brilliant moron at corporate decided to advertise a flu clinic in our store on a day when the pharmacist who gives the damn shots won't even be there. And to add more stupid to the pile of shit they have left us with, the damn ad doesn't even mention that you have to a prescription from your doctor, or that our shots are by appointment only, rather than mass vaccination. This translates into a couple hundred extremely pissed of old geezers, their shirts encrusted with breakfast, at the store, stomping their feet, slamming their purses on the counter and complaining about how they had to inhale this mornings oatmeal and grapefruit to get here early only to find out its all a big lie, and what do mean I gotta have scription, I never did afore? They will be so pissed off that they got dressed and left the house for no reason, and guess who gets to deal with it? Fuck me. A certain un-named tech is never getting time off anywhere near flu season again. I'm only working Sunday to cover for her. Paybacks, I'm tellin ya. So, anyway, the damn flu shot ad came out in the paper today and the frickin phone must have rung 450 times by 2pm. And every one of them wanted to know when could they get their flu shot, interspersed with the hydro addicts wanting to know if the doc called in their refill yet. I want to rip the phone out of the wall and wrap it around someones frontal lobe. However I believe the frontal lobe has long since been removed from my favorite choice. Oh yeah, they also "enhanced" the computer system. I would define it as "fucked all to shit". More needless steps. Completely stupid screens we don't need, want or have the time to constantly escape from. And to top it all off, they had a managers meeting today, and sent out yet another buttload of meaningless adminstrative bullshit to deal with in the less and less hours we have to it. I'm gonna have to drink more, wheres the whiskey?<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313737486&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">7:49 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313737486&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">2 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313737486&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">2 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=313737486&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECPg3%2F2ogNIk5BBDSE%2BhWWng%2F%2Fjxzcba6UF0hBCh0QJ9uP%2B%2BTPA8PPEnUKdxerb6gRHjJ9%2F2Qm6Fek9DPxOVkKDkJhHvn&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=313737486&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=313737486&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />September 25, 2007 - Tuesday<br />tortoises are faster Current mood: frustrated<br />This week one of our regular techs is on vacation. I must make sure this never happens again. The scheduling office, 2 nice gals who have never worked with any of the people they send, have sent a "floater" tech who I'm pretty sure is already dead. He's about 112. I've seen grass grow faster than this guy can fill a script, and in fact I'm quite sure that paint dries faster. He is apparently deaf as a stone because he can't seem to hear the phone ringing 25 times while everyone else is either on a line already or with a customer. I had to put mine on hold, answer the other one and put it on hold and refrain from throttling the dipshit in the process. This happened multiple times throughout the day. I explained the most efficient way to get the rx's staged, counted and ready for checking, twice. He looked at me like a deer in the headlights. So I sent him to run the register for a few minutes, staged a pile of prescriptions as a visual for him, and showed him how it worked. Still couldn't figure it out. Just shoot me. So we had him put away the drug order, which took him most of the day and kept him in everybodys way. He would stand and stare at the the shelves as if it were the first time he'd ever laid eyes on them. (he was just here a month ago) If you needed something in that aisle he would continue to stand there, not getting the fuck out of the way, until you just pushed him out of the way. It took forever to figure out where the drugs go, they are alphabetical. Maybe hes like George Bush and they are really alphajabetical. Hmmm. I had the man terribly confused in the first 10 minutes he was there. A certain delivery customer likes to have an extra reciept to turn in to her secondary insurance. No big deal, just put the extra label in the bag. It took 2 of us, explaining that she just likes an extra copy, so just stuff it in the bag. So the next delivery presciption comes up and this guy comes over to me, look of perpetual confusion on his face, and says theres only 1 copy of this label. Yeah, whats yer point? Isn't there supposed to be 2? Fuck. Only for that 1 customer, we already explained that. So he's goes and asks the pharmacist the same question. Pharmacists head explodes, makes big mess.............So, 2 weeks of this. And a certain tech, who I know will be reading this, is never getting a vacation again. No sick time either. Oh, and if I'm lucky, they will send Methusela as the floater when I'm on vacation in 2 weeks. Nanner Nanner.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313215621&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">6:38 AM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313215621&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=313215621&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=313215621&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECDSaO1QE4RhyBBBmdHKfLUK8i1S4ISsdPy4%2FBCjlNgTHMEAI877Cfj91p13u9XFtF%2FwD%2BfgqAwcrEru1ZPQOoiNKag9y&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=313215621&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=313215621&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />September 17, 2007 - Monday<br />Personal responsibility, hahaha Current mood: gloomy<br />So I was doing my grocery shopping yesterday when I was accosted by a pissed off pharmacy customer. She had called last friday, at 3pm, saying she was out of her pain med and she had no refills, what was she going to do? Grow a brain came to mind but I kept my mouth shut. So, I told her I would see what the pharmacy manager had in mind. He said she could come get a few tablets from him. I told her she would need to come get them from the pharmacy manager. She didn't show up. Til the next day, when the manager was out of town and a temp pharmacist was filling in. She told him she needed a few of her pain pills to get by until the dr called. Not wishing to lose his license over someone he didn't know, he refused. She got pissed off. He told her to call her doctor and have him call it in. she did. The doctor called it in, but when the phamacist wanted to verify his identity he could not produce his DEA number. Sorry. He should know it like his birthday. So again the pharmacist said no. I should add that all of the refusals were sent through the overworked, underpaid tech who kept having to explain everything to the dumbass pissed off patient. She then sent in her husband, who threatened the pharmacist with physical harm if he was seen in the parking lot. The tech called the store manager at this pint. Management was of no help what-so-ever, and apparently did not care if the pharmacist was beaten up. In the end, the doctor called the rx in to another store. Fine and dandy. So this woman is getting all pissy with me, complaining about how she was treated, etc, mind you this is my day off and I'm just shopping, so I told her flat out if she had come in when I told her to, there never would have been a problem at all. Her response: "I forgot". So, obviously, failure to plan on her part is a major emergency on our part. Bullshit. She needs to realize the entire mess was her fault to begin with. What kind of dumbass calls on friday afternoon and thinks the refill is gonna be done before monday. Hello! Doctors offices are not open on weekends. This is why we all have to take time off from work to see them. So I guess I will have to shop at the other store from now on. I may have to be nice when I'm working but I sure as fuck don't when I'm off. and since I'm on a good rant this morning, my head is pounding, my neck is in a vise and its only 6:45, let me just say that the next unemployed medicaid patient who bitches about how long their prescription is gonna take is going to get their lips slapped off. Just a warning.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=310737250&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">6:31 AM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=310737250&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=310737250&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=310737250&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECJH0gTg5CkpLBBBmDZbi%2Ff2cxeSgru7o63SqBCgJoBIa%2B6KV5vJ0Dk%2FkMUtRujgBqr2PeBxi5bPZfPRirU9cvhR6vbI3&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=310737250&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=310737250&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />September 4, 2007 - Tuesday<br />It wasn’t as bad as I thought...it was worse Current mood: numb<br />And you think I've got a bad attitude. The "public..k" today just sucked ass. They were mean, impatient, arrogant, demanding, and some are lucky they still have their balls. It was 2pm before someone with a new prescription just said ok when I told them how long it would be. Every single person up to that point would say "that long?" Why? I had such an urge to say because we are busy picking our butts and standing around so that we can annoy you. Instead, I would grit my teeth, and let me tell you I think I have lockjaw now, and then I would explain the painfully obvious to them. We are very busy. You did not get here first. The morons at corporate have cut hours again so that we may better serve you by being shorthanded. You are more than welcome to get your ass out of my face and use another pharmacy. Oh wait, that last part was just a suggestion, not an explanation, like I owe any of these buttheads an explanation. One woman apparently thought if she stood there at my window and stared at me, it would make me pull a rabbitt out of my ass and have her damn antifungal cream faster. I hope the fungus in growing on her ass and it itches like hell. I finally ordered her to go sit down and wait and she very reluctantly got the fuck out of the way for the next asshole. I think the only thing keeping me from going pharmaceutical is the vision of sharing a jail cell with the drugged out bulldyke who calls begging for hydrocodone everyday. Makes me want to hurl everytime she calls. gag.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306872900&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">7:27 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306872900&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">1 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306872900&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=306872900&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECHw4b721gAIeBBA5T09%2Be0Glq%2BaSBYRfmYsWBCiG1tB2JcEMMeCjswMlEE1N1VVtY%2FN2nzlaZ82Mp7aoFIVC5uUFjFFP&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=306872900&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=306872900&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />September 3, 2007 - Monday<br />Do I have to go back? Current mood: chipper<br />Shit, tomorrow is the equivalent of monday and tuesday rolled into one incredibly long, busy, frustrating kind of day. The addicts will be a the door before we open with loads of excuses why they no longer have that months supply of hydrocodone they picked up on friday. Hell, one of them called on sunday and claimed she "dropped them on the floor", the pharmacist told her to pick them up and dust them off. Then she said she couldn't find them....must have some big fucking rats in her house. Wonder if they're on welfare too? Pretty sure this ones not selling hers though, judging by the level of slurring and crying she does on the phone everyday. This person is so bad with her drugs that we have to give them to her 1 day at a time or she'll take the whole damn bottle at once. Couldn't we just whack her with a sledge hammer and she can detox in a coma for a while? It would be cheaper and likely more satifying than trying to decipher her daily reason to beg for more drugs. I used to feel sorry for her, now I'm just annoyed. She cries hysterically and talks about how awful her mother was to her and so on and so forth. I started out very sympathetic, but now I'm thinkin its time for her to suck it up and get over it already! Lots of people have lousy upbringings and don't use it as an excuse to bathe their brain in narcotics everyday. And to anyone who's planning to come in and tell me the hydrocodone got "stolen", bring a police report with you, otherwise fucking forget it. And for those people who waited until friday afternoon to have us fax your doctor for a refill, I absolutely will not fax them again first thing tomorrow. Failure to plan on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine. And for anyone who has the guts to complain when I say 20 minutes, I'm gonna lick all your pills before I put them in the bottle. Oh, and I'm gonna count them 1 per hour, so come back next week. Have a nice day.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306541089&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">8:07 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306541089&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=306541089&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">0 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=306541089&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECBa8NePwwuyHBBDiIx%2BuNmP3kSgrOHN8yBzwBCgkBVQGgerbQEkjiu2YwILKoxHHRZRZ%2Bnz6n25xV1QzrLDj6jq%2FW4Or&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=306541089&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=306541089&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />August 27, 2007 - Monday<br />Did I mention I quit? Current mood: cynical<br />I quit. Screw it, its a lost cause. First thing this morning I have a very nice customer at the window, he has lots of transfers, but ok, when Mr Arrogant shows up and is out there trying to get my attention. I told him to wait his turn. Now the fucker is really agitated, trying to talk around the other customer. What a rude bastard. The nice man, asked if I would like him to step aside and take care of Mr Asshole, I said when pigs fly. The jerk then went and read the pharmacist the riot act about how he doesn't have time because he has a business to run. Really? What is it? I'll have to pay a visit and be a complete asshole. The pharmacist told him if he doesn't have enough time to wait he should plan better, hahhahaha. Then the next guy threw a fit when I told him 25 minutes for his prescription. He was about 85, where the hell has he got to go? Hot date at the nursing home? The rx was for a months supply of antibiotics, Maybe he should look closer at his dates. Maybe he's just afraid he'll kick off in the store waiting. He went from my window the register and asked the pharmacist if it was really going to take that long, and much to my pleasure, the pharmacist, said no, probably longer. We make a good team. After that it was all a blur of hundreds of refills. To top off this week, we are coming up on the first of the month, very busy, on a holiday weekend. This tranlates into everyone calling over and over to make sure the docs have called in the hydrocodone, since apparently no one can have a fun weekend with out their recreational drugs. Hmmm, is it wrong to hope some of them choke on it? Probably. I know, karma will come back to kick my ass for that one. Well anyway, next weeks excuses for why everyone is out of hydrocodone should be good. I'll try to keep a tally of how many were dropped in the toilet, dropped in the sink, stolen (this ones pretty popular) sold on the street (only the dumbest of asses ever hints at this) lost, taken too soon for various "other" pain. I love that one. A person taking handfuls of hydrocodone every day needs to take more because some other part hurts. Huh? How the hell do they feel anything at all? You should be able to poke them with a stick all day and get no repsonse. Hey, theres an idea, get me a stick.<br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=304233131&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">8:24 PM </a>- <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=304233131&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">2 Comments</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=72967732&blogID=304233131&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">2 Kudos</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=72967732&blogID=304233131&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA92gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECHHWXSeKbufEBBBCYfDzlFAXnQ3c8Brkk9q4BCh92ykBcsaGiGbG81zVr%2B%2FirU8BvSYaJHu8HZliUA57a8xTc9d%2FiP3%2F&BlogCategoryID=0&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Add Comment</a> - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=true&blogID=304233131&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Edit </a>- <a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=304233131&Mytoken=785B0877-C860-4FCC-BCB34D87053B13A660367206">Remove</a><br />August 22, 2007 - Wednesday<br />Just the facts Ma’am Current mood: cranky<br />The lady on the phone spends 5 minutes explaining why she is calling, going into graphic detail about the medical condition she has, (it involves her crotch, you don't want to know and neither did I) and finally says,"is my prescription ready?" My reply: "Whats your name?" I would much rather have said " well who the fuck are you and I'll go check." I answer the phone about a hundred times a day, and these people think I know them all by voice. Go figure, Ok, I admit to knowing some, but they are the really obvious ones. Like the "mentally challenged" guy, and thats putting it lightly, who calls and says, "its me". Ok, pick any random customer and refill a prescription. Or the the addict who is always crying when she calls, she sounds like shes on the verge of suicide every time, you get depressed just answering the phone. This is at least easier than the immigrant population who have multilple last names they go by, and get pissed at you for not knowing that just because the prescription said jose martinez, we should automatically know that it will be under jose arrazola. Makes perfect sense, lets use different names at the pharmacy and doctors office so they can never make the connection and never have the damn prescription ready, and we can use large amounts of computer memory with duplicate and sometimes triplicate entries. Even better, lets wait til we pick up to show them the medicaid card we managed to qualify for, after the prescription has been filled, so now we can run it again and realize that we are paying for it too. Son of a bitch. And to top it all off, my damn muscles hurt, and I'm whiney to the point that I can't stand myself. 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Son of a bitch. If we had a window we could have seen her coming and got out the rocket launcher. Damn. So anyway, she has to have a "special" brand of hydrocodone, all the better to collect a premium on the street, and we have to special order it every fricking time, and she bitches and calls repeatedly to see if the order is in, and can't I please have at least a Taser? I could have so much fun with it. "What do mean it'll be 20 minutes? All you idiots have to do is count 30 pills! ZZZAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Hahahahahahahaha, now it'll be 30 so you have time to go home and change your pants. I had an old bastard yesterday who kept demanding to know how long his prescription was going to be. I kept telling him that depended on his dr calling back since he was out of refills. So he butts in front of other cusotmers, twice, to ask the same thing again. He yells at me that he is out of medicine and needs it tonight. By now I'm thinking this asshloe is a definite Slinky. Not good for anything, but it will bring a smile to my face to push him down a flight of stairs. Stupid fucker never came back for the damn pills he was so desparate to get. He needs penalty minutes when he comes to get it. Also, we have a new immigration reform proposal. For every illegal immigrant, we shoud send one of our hydrocodone addicts to Mexico. We may end up with the better deal that way. 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Son of a bitch. If we had a window we could have seen her coming and got out the rocket launcher. Damn. So anyway, she has to have a "special" brand of hydrocodone, all the better to collect a premium on the street, and we have to special order it every fricking time, and she bitches and calls repeatedly to see if the order is in, and can't I please have at least a Taser? I could have so much fun with it. "What do mean it'll be 20 minutes? All you idiots have to do is count 30 pills! ZZZAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Hahahahahahahaha, now it'll be 30 so you have time to go home and change your pants. I had an old bastard yesterday who kept demanding to know how long his prescription was going to be. I kept telling him that depended on his dr calling back since he was out of refills. So he butts in front of other cusotmers, twice, to ask the same thing again. He yells at me that he is out of medicine and needs it tonight. By now I'm thinking this asshloe is a definite Slinky. Not good for anything, but it will bring a smile to my face to push him down a flight of stairs. Stupid fucker never came back for the damn pills he was so desparate to get. He needs penalty minutes when he comes to get it. Also, we have a new immigration reform proposal. For every illegal immigrant, we shoud send one of our hydrocodone addicts to Mexico. We may end up with the better deal that way. 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All Rights Reserved. </a>These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-84768140456796550042007-06-20T20:45:00.000-07:002007-06-20T20:46:00.668-07:00same shit, different daySo, I've been back at work for a few days and whats changed? Oh yeah, nothing. Same dumbass questions, like, "Is my prescription ready? Yes it is. can I pick it up? NO! We only filled it for our own entertainment and you can not have it. Penalty minutes for the woman who asked if her prescription was ready and when told yes, insisted I go back and look, just to make sure I'm not a total dumbass who makes up answers to appease the idiots who call all frickin day long asking if their prescriptions are ready. Then there was one who called and said to fill all her prescriptions. I asked which ones, exactly, did she want? Her reply " I don't know, just fill whatevers there, I'm sure I need it." Really? You don't know what any of it is, or what its for, but you need it. Sure Bucky. And also, tell me why an 89 year old woman needs a vaginal hormone ring? She can't even get her ID out of her wallet, hows she gonna get that ring in there? More important, she supposed to replace it in 90 days, she couldn't remember where aisle 10 is, let alone that there is a rotting estrogen ring up her snatch. Please let me be off the day she comes in to ask about that one. And as an added bonus, we have floater pharmacists this week. The first one arrived with a dream interpretation book and proceded to tell us her whole weeks full of dreams and the meanings behind them. I could have told her that without even cracking open the book. Look lady, you're just fricking nuts. I couldn't even pretend I was interested in the conversation. Thank God I wasn't the only one there, I would have had to cut my wrists.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-22848945758961720382007-05-07T21:05:00.000-07:002007-05-07T21:21:08.870-07:00Hi,<br />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.<br /><br /><br />The hand writing on my forehead Current mood: crushed<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br /><br />Sunday, April 29, 2007<br />Ya want fries with that? Current mood: aggravated<br />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.<br /><br />Friday, April 13, 2007<br />Hello, McFly! Current mood: thirsty<br />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.<br /><br /><br />Same Shit, Different Day Current mood: sleepy<br />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.<br /><br />Wednesday, March 07, 2007<br />I'm on vacation, yeah Current mood: content<br />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.<br /><br />Tuesday, February 20, 2007<br />I need a little cheese with my whine Current mood: lethargic<br />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.<br /><br />Monday, February 12, 2007<br />Where has the time gone? Current mood: evil<br />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.<br /><br />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.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-72301357867506215942007-01-25T18:34:00.000-08:002007-01-25T18:35:02.592-08:00moronsMust Blog<br />The corporate morons have done it again. It seems they negotiated a contract with a hospice organization and neglected to tell us peons what was coming. So suddenly theres 100 scripts on the fax for new patients, the insurance has been set up wrong and nobody knows what the hells going on. Standard day in corporate pharmacy. Did I mention I quit? I'm sure I quit at least 157 times today. Maybe I can hit 200 tomorrow. Funny how no one believes me. Hmmm. The regular patients are all in need of a chill pill or 12 too. They were just flat mean today. Why do people have such a hard time understanding the concept of a yearly deductable? If I tattoo an explanation on my forehead I can save myself a bunch of time explaning 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.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1169395923582054282007-01-21T08:10:00.000-08:002007-01-21T08:12:03.590-08:00gotta love a crime showSo this week saw the arrest of one of our druggies. It seems shes a major supplier of hydrocodone to the high school set, using her son as the middle man. She was using a stolen script pad, multiple pharmacies and multiple names. Her downfall was sending her son to pick up the prescription with her insurance card in hand. Somewhere along the line the criminal always fucks up. And what kind of mother teaches her son to be pusher? I wonder if she has any daughters and what street corner they are hooking on? Or maybe she traded them for hydrocodone. Another dumbass this week, who was taking 12+ lortabs a day wondered why we were concerned that she had used 380 in less than a month. Gee lady, could it be your doctor is setting you up for a future liver transplant? You just can't take over 6 grams of tylenol a day and expect your liver to keep working. Nevermind how much hydrocodone your getting. Also this week, management threw out one of our users for good. Shes white trash, covered in jailhouse tats, begs for drugs every chance she gets, etc. She found out this week that calling members of the pharmacy staff a bitch will get your skanky ass thrown out, and good riddance. She can go do the DT's dance in some other store.<br />On a personal note, my neck still won't unknot itself, but I did not have to resist the urge to bitchslap any customers this week. Thats got to be a record, a whole week, wtf? Am I too tired to care, or are the customers actually starting to calm down? Did someone dump a truckload of valium in the aquifer recently? I'm going with too tired to care. I'm also working on a mantra "the customers don't run the pharmacy". I keep telling myself, so when they start to bitch I can just give the hairy eyeball and they shut right up. Just have to make sure that eye doesn't pop right out eventually.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1168441207451486782007-01-10T06:58:00.000-08:002007-01-10T07:00:07.453-08:00Sometimes time just gets away from me and I don't realize how long its been since my last blog. I'm a slacker. As much bitching as I do about my job, I'm now going to work more hours, cuz I need the bucks. Its either more pharmacy hours or a paper route. I'll work 4 10 hour shifts at my regular store and float a couple shifts a week in other stores. Please wake me when I'm dead. I'll likely end up in other really busy stores, but at least it will be different set of customers. Every store has its addicts, idiots, assholes and the obviously inbred. Only the percentages in each category are different. And all operate under the same corporate morons, who haven't set foot in a pharmacy for about 100 years, and so have absolutely no clue how the real world works. So maybe when I go pharmaceutical it will be in some other store. And maybe someday I will be able to un-knot the muscles and nerves in my neck and be able to feel my hands and feet normally (or at least relatively so) and get rid of the tension headache that I've had for a couple weeks now. Did I mention that I may go pharmaceutical soon? Oh yeah, think I did. Crap, I'm starting to repeat myself now. I think I'll take up binge drinking, maybe I'll start now. Its 5 o'clock somewhere. No one ever said it had to be PM.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1167833846688801052007-01-03T06:13:00.000-08:002007-01-03T06:19:23.256-08:00blogs I forgot to cross post from myspaceTuesday was deceptivley quiet. Apparently all the complaining customers were slow to awaken from the Christmas hangover and so waited a couple of days before making my life hell again. Christmas was a very nice and needed break from them. Even Wednesday morning was looking pretty promising, but then Wham!!, they woke up and realized that they hadn't pissed anybody off yet and needed to catch up. First theres the woman (she sure as hell ain't no lady) who thinks her doctor should spend several hours of his time trying to get a prior authorization for her to save $8.49. For real. She actually had a fit at me on the phone when I told her her doctor had refused. Then there was the man who raised holy hell because our supplier is out of the combo med he wants and so he has to take 2 seperate drugs instead. He threatened to go to another pharmacy, but backed off that when we offered to transfer it for him. Damn. He's a bastard every time he comes in, I was so hoping it was our chance to get rid of him. While we are running people out, can we get rid of the toothless, meth addict asshole on welfare, who smells like he rolls in an ashtray and sits drinking starbucks and glaring at us while he waits impatiently for his percocet? Or how about the whole morphine support group who brings in and picks up each others meds and then claim they didn't get enough. And especially the whole families of hydrocodone addicts. I can think of 7 families right off the top of my head, where every member older than 16 is getting 100''s of hydrocodones every month. Oh wait, make that 9, no 10, oh shiiiiiit, they're everywhere. What the hell can possibly be wrong with every member of the family that they all need pain meds all the time? And they usually all see the same doctor, does he not realize these people are related? Does he have any clue how many of these pills are sold on the street, and he just keeps writing the prescriptions and believing the the bullshit they feed him every month? Has he noticed that not one of them ever, and I do mean ever, made the prescription last for the whole month? He buys the bullshit lines, like, "I lost them", "I dropped them in the toilet" (just how does one do this on a monthly basis?), "I had a different pain, so I had to take more", "my friend had a pain some I loaned him some" etc etc etc ............, its all bullshit<br />Tuesday, December 12, 2006<br />Crotchfruit Current mood: amused<br />Don't you just love that word? I saw it used in reference to the multiple children of a mother on welfare. Laughed my ass off. How am I ever going to keep a straight face for the next one who comes in sucking a starbucks and demanding that I fill her prenatal vitamins faster? Oh well, who cares, gotta laugh when you can, otherwise you'll find yourself in a small padded cell, drooling and wondering what fuck happened.<br />Have a happy wednesday<br /><br />Monday, December 11, 2006<br />I need my Tranks Current mood: nauseated<br />I need my tranks. This is an actual customer statement. Nevermind that she has 4 drugs with tranquilizing effects on her profile and we have no idea which one she wants, or how she managed to drag her ass off the couch to get to the store, just get it. Or how 'bout the woman who calls every morning and asks "Do I have anything there?" Fuck if I know, did you call anything in? Then theres the 159 or so people who call, ask if the prescription is ready, and when told yes they ask, are you going to fill it? Duh! Today a lady asked me if I thought the generic version of her hormone pill was ok. Shes been taking it for 8 months now, so I told her if she hadn't gone nuts yet, she was probably ok. To her credit she got the joke and laughed instead of saying Huh?<br />Beer Day on Saturday and the pharmacy party on Sunday, better prepare my liver. Have a nice evening.<br /><br />Thursday, December 07, 2006<br />I L..$ my job! @.$^%&*&amp;^%%.$^&*()&^%.^%^&^<br />Yeah, right. Ok, I love some parts of my job, but who wants to hear about those things? I'd rather rant about the idiots, assholes, addicts, and other bothersome types. I'd rather ponder things like: How come so many hydrocodone users take their pills while standing over the toilet? How come they never drop the thyroid pills? Why can't they stretch those 240 tablets to last a whole month? And why are they all on public health programs? Because those with jobs can't afford addictions? And do they really think its a good idea to fax the doctor every 1/2 hour, or are they in danger of having their voice box ripped out with a spatula when they show up? Some people are still here only because its illegal to kill them. And I wonder how some people make through the day without killing themselves or someone else. The elderly will spend 15 minutes trying to figure out how to swipe their credit card correctly, yet they operated a 3000 pound machine in order to get to the store. They change the amount of medication they use because they think the doctor just doesn't do it right. then they blame the doctor and pharmacy when they are completely screwed up. And why, oh why, didn't anybody read about medicare part d before signing up? Why do they look at you like you're a complete asshole when you explain the doughnut hole? And why do they think its my fault when their insurance doesn't pay enough? Do I look like I'm making extra money ripping off old people? Don't answer that. And since I'm ranting, all sick days should have to be arranged in advance. No, you can't have time off for a case of pneumonia unless its approved by the scheduling office. If this is not possible, we should have the option of closing the pharmacy until a full staff is available to deal with the place. Ok, done for now. Oh, and a couple of good things happened today. A couple of customers expressed true appreciation for the effort given them. Hallelujah.<br /><br /><br />Tuesday, November 28, 2006These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1167662982973235872007-01-01T06:49:00.000-08:002007-01-01T06:49:42.993-08:00my job is going to cause a strokeFriday was so bad it has taken me 2 days to get around to writing about it. Before I expand on that, I have to say the sunrise this morning is about as gorgeous as they get. Ok, back to friday. So it starts off with the information that the fill in tech who is supposed to cover the the closing shift apparently can't handle 8 hours at a time. Especially in a busy store. So he'll be coming in a couple hours late. And, by the way, the only spot he handles well is counting. So I was on the register and putting away the order. Pissed off already because they cut our hours so we are already working short handed and now this tech can't handle it, and is the busiest week of the month, and theres holidays which bring out the asshole in everybody. So I'm doing ok, endless line of people at the register, when this lady wants a box of sudafed. As I'm writing her name in the log book, she informs me that I have spelled her name wrong, using an i instead of e. I apologized, quickly, cuz theres a bunch more people in line, when she goes ballistic over it. She's yelling at me that it matters to her, blah. blah, blah. I had already said sorry, I wasn't going to kiss her ass too. By the time she got done being a bitch I was so pissed off that I went to the back corner and kicked a file box. It kept me from reaching across the counter and bitch slapping her. But before my blood pressure could come down from that one, I get one who unloads her damn groceries for me to ring up, and she wants them done seprately from her prescription. I point out the 7 or so people behind her and she could give a shit. So I rang up her fricking groceries and I'm litierally throwing her stuff into bags and shes all concerned about her greeting cards getting bent. Heres a clue for the dumbass: if you want your groceries bagged right, then go to checkstand like a normal person, and have the courtesy clerk do it. I'm trained to get your pills right, not how to pack your groceries. So her total is like $80.00 and she starts to ask me "Wasn't this on sale?", sees the look on my face and finally catches on. The woman is line behind her is by then making all kinds of comments about rude idiots holding up the line, etc. The whole day was just a series of these people. So its taken 2 days to get my neck muscles to relax enough to turn my head. Now if I could just figure out how to get the rest of me to relax.................These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1164722893563337062006-11-28T06:06:00.000-08:002006-11-28T06:08:13.573-08:00Its only 6AM and I already need a nap. Yesterday just sucked. Monday, right after a holiday and coming up on the first of the month, short 2 techs and every customer in the door thought they needed their scripts RIGHT FUCKING NOW! I got a little short with a couple people. Like the stupid bastard who called 13, yes 13 times before 2 pm to inquire about his hydrocodone script. I told him his docs fax machine was not working correctly, but we would keep trying, however, if he wanted it faster he should get off his lazy, fucking, tax money sucking ass and go get his doc to write a new one. Didn't happen. He just kept calling. I'm gong to have to enforce penalty hours instead of minutes. For every time the jerk calls, I'll add 1 hour to the time it will take to fill it. And just for good measure, I'll also slow down his wifes lortab, and his aunts, and his uncles and his daughters. Yes, in the past week we have filled lortab scripts for every one those family members. I wonder whos really taking it. Or are they selling it? Bastards. On that note, I'll finish getting ready for work, since I'm going in an hour and half early to help catch up from yesterday. I'm exhausted already.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1163514658237236992006-11-14T06:28:00.000-08:002006-11-14T06:30:58.246-08:00Get a ClueHeres a tip when you're waiting for the doctor to call in your prescription: Don't walk in the door and ask if its here and when told "not yet", go outside and call on your cell phone and ask again. 5 times. I can't pull a rabbitt out of my ass. Your prescription is not going to magically appear just because you keep asking. We do not, under any circumstances, hide your prescription so you can't get it. We don't spindle or mutitlate it. We don't deliberately set it aside and forget about it. Don't tell us to just check the fax when we are sitting right next to that bastard and theres nothing on it. Get a freakin clue, if its not here, call your damn doctor and leave us the hell alone. Heres another clue: if you call me every 20 minutes to see if its ready yet, I'm going to count 1 pill every 1/2 hour til its done. And if I tell you its going to be 20 minutes to fill your prescription and you whine about it, be prepared to wait a freakin eternity for it. Heres another clue: the jail will fax us for presciption information, so we know when your husband/sister/wife/brother etc is not in need of their hydrocodone. And another thing, if you've been addicted to hydrocodone for 15 freakin years, don't call in pretending to not know what it is or how to say it. "Oh I really need my hydro, um, hydroco, um um, I don't know how to say it, but its for my sinus headaches." That just makes you more stupid. I'm sure there are lots of names for it when you sell/buy a few on the street. And another thing, we are not a zoo exhibit. Do not stand on the other side of the glass and stare/glare intently at us in the hope that we will count faster. This tactic will guarantee we won't. Feeding the animals however, might just get you done quicker. So, thats my tips for the day. Ya'll have a nice day.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1162785627716898602006-11-05T19:48:00.000-08:002006-11-05T20:00:27.723-08:00Crap, tomorrow's MondaySo I've been off work for a week for hernia surgery and I have to go back tomorrow. I may be breaking out in hives. Trying like hell to wrap my mind around the idea of smiling, and being nice to the customers. Like the ones on medicaid who are knocked up with baby number whatever, who stands at the counter with her litter of kids and the whole friggin family is drinking Starbucks. I can't afford those, and I have a job. Or the woman who has no refills on her hydrocodone, of which shes using 480+ per month, who has a screaming fit cause I won't give her any "to get by on". Her liver must look like shit at 3900mg of tylenol per day. Probably sue Watson when her liver fails and claim they gave her bad meds. Or the addicts who are in DT's, also drinking starbucks, and tweaking around the pharmacy while their scipts are filled. Oh I love my job, I love my job, I love my job................sound true yet? damnThese people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1162140609527476442006-10-29T08:23:00.000-08:002006-10-29T08:50:36.610-08:00starschmucks and flu shotsDid you know that having a starbucks kiosk 8 feet in front of your pharmacy will drive you batshit, almost immediately, everyday? Anyway, my rant subject of the day is flu shots. One of our pharmacists is trained to administer immunizations. So we start asking, last flu season, how are we going to do flu shots? Clinic style, by appointment, what. So the corporate morons can't decide on anything until October, when the vaccines are in the fridge and the old people are on the phone asking "when are they? " The morons decide that with 8 extra tech hours a week for 4 weeks, we should be able to do 250 flu shots. No extra pharmacist hours, he'll have to use his regular hours,HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! In a pigs eye. It seems to me if you are going to run a large department of a large corporation, you should have some clue what goes on in the everyday operations so that you don't make completely stupid decisions everyday. But thats another rant. So anyway, we have flu shots scheduled everyday that this pharmacist works, and only when there is another pharmacist also on duty, so that someone is still available to do the regular work. The freaking shots are stretched out clear to December. And the customers are pissed off too. I wish I could give them the corporate morons personal phone numbers so they can call and tell them how they feel. If we are doing flu shots again next year I am taking the entire month of October off. Maybe I'll just sit at starschmucks and watch while everyone goes postal.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1162072080202553482006-10-28T14:47:00.000-07:002006-10-28T14:49:01.126-07:00Random thoughtsThings to ponder: Why do people on welfare need their prescriptions filled in less than 20 minutes? They don't have a job. Where could they possibly need to be? Retired people are guilty of this too. And why is it necessary to fill the prescription right now, (I'm dying, I gotta have it now), when its been in their pocket/purse for a month? Why does failure to plan on their part become an emergency on my part? If you are addicted to morphine, shouldn't you just save 1 tablet so you don't have to wonder around the store in DT's while you wait for the prescription to be filled? And why do they keep having more and more babies on my dollar? Shouldn't birth control come with the welfare check? I don't care if they want 47 kids, I just don't want to pay for them. These families are defective, I want a refund.<br />I got yelled at on the fisrt phone call of the day, by some elderly bat who mistook me for a recording .(wonder what that says about my answering technique, nevermind) I answered the phone and she screams at me to "just answer the phone!" I screamed back that I just did. She apologized. I didn't. My bad. The next call was some lady who couldn't figure out why the recorded voice couldn't understand her. Hell, even us live ones couldn't. There were countless other times today that left me wondering why some of these people are still alive. Dumb luck? Or its just illegal to kill them. Good thing too, some of them are oh-so tempting to use for target practice. Get me through Friday with out flipping out and I'm good to go.<br />One more thought to ponder, all those stupid people drive. Think I'll buy a tank.These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36754870.post-1162059840732817452006-10-28T11:22:00.000-07:002006-10-28T11:24:00.740-07:00Points to Ponder<span style="font-family:arial;">Just answer the phone! Current mood: weird<br />Things to ponder: Why do people on welfare need their prescriptions filled in less than 20 minutes? They don't have a job. Where could they possibly need to be? Retired people are guilty of this too. And why is it necessary to fill the prescription right now, (I'm dying, I gotta have it now), when its been in their pocket/purse for a month? Why does failure to plan on their part become an emergency on my part? If you are addicted to morphine, shouldn't you just save 1 tablet so you don't have to wonder around the store in DT's while you wait for the prescription to be filled? And why do they keep having more and more babies on my dollar? Shouldn't birth control come with the welfare check? I don't care if they want 47 kids, I just don't want to pay for them. These families are defective, I want a refund. <br />I got yelled at on the fisrt phone call of the day, by some elderly bat who mistook me for a recording .(wonder what that says about my answering technique, nevermind) I answered the phone and she screams at me to "just answer the phone!" I screamed back that I just did. She apologized. I didn't. My bad. The next call was some lady who couldn't figure out why the recorded voice couldn't understand her. Hell, even us live ones couldn't. There were countless other times today that left me wondering why some of these people are still alive. Dumb luck? Or its just illegal to kill them. Good thing too, some of them are oh-so tempting to use for target practice. Get me through Friday with out flipping out and I'm good to go.<br />One more thought to ponder, all those stupid people drive. Think I'll buy a tank.<br /> </span>These people handle your foodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109919519100943127noreply@blogger.com0