If I spray pure rubbing alcohol on my hands one more time...they're likely to fall off.

Ahhhh...the joy of working in a pharmacy...

The hack.

The cough.

The tightening chest.

The rolling over in bed in the morning and groaning because you know eighty people are going to yell, cuss, cough on you, basically just be ASSHOLES.


If one more person hands me a prescription and answers me with "NOW!" for the pick-up time, I cannot be held responsible for what I may do or say.


Onto other matters, I fully understand that it takes a while to learn a pharmacy computer system. I fully understand that it may be difficult to some people that the concept of "Name. D/O/B. Address" can take a few weeks to learn....but DAMN.

We have recently hired a new girl to replace one of my fave fellow techs while she's on maternity leave, but it's going to be pretty hard to do. She's like talking to a brick wall.

You know the kind of people that you try to avoid as much as possible because they're soooo fricking weird?
That's her, without a doubt.
She says the most off the wall stuff that would BLOW YOUR MIND. The kind of stuff that as soon as you hear it, everyone in listening range turns towards one another and makes this "raised eyebrows, eyes bug out, grotesque facial expression" to signify to one another that she's possibly the most ridiculous person on the planet and should never be allowed to speak again.

And the thing that absolutely makes me want to breathe fire each time she does it....
She takes a rx from drivethru, brings it over to drop off...waves it within an inch or two of my face and says "HOW LONG WILL THIS TAKE???"

I want to break her hand.

I have two of the most amazingly wonderful and nice pharmacists on the planet who will go out of the way for anyone, and THEY LOOOOOOOOOATHE HER.
Makes me quite happy to know I'm not alone.

Possibly the worst day ever...and I havent even been to work yet....

Ah...the joys of having a shitty fricking day.

I go to sleep around 3:30 am due to the fact that I am sadly and pathetically obsessed with Big Brother and have signed up for the live online feed. Scoff at me. Laugh. I dont give a damn.
I have to awaken at 8 to get ready for work. Little do I know, that for some reason God has it out for me and decided I shouldnt fall asleep until around 5:30.

I wake up finally, walk towards the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. I move towards one of my six cats to pet it good morning. It falls off the couch, slides to the floor. Begins dragging itself across the floor with it's front paws, it's hind legs just dragging behind it. At this point, I of course begin freaking out. I call my pharmacist to let her know that I may be a little late, Ill have to drop beloved kitty off at the vet. I call my stepfather (whom I live with) and tell him what's going on. He is yelling at me like *I* beat the cat, and I'm the reason it "has a broken back and will have to be put to sleep"
Ummmm...not quite. So me and kitty load up in the car and head off to the vets office.

Apparently, it had a thrombo emboli. A blood clot became trapped between 2 blood vessels and made her lose all blood and oxygen flow to the back portion of her body. Essentially, from mid back to her tail, she was dead. She'd have no quality of life, and would need to be put to sleep.
I had been crying since 9 am this morning, and have barely stopped yet.

THEN, I realize....my wallet has been stolen, I have split ends, and I'm dreading going to work today because our lead tech is out sick. My pharmacist and I had a very serious conversation yesterday evening regarding the attitudes of certain other technicians at our store.
I can't wait to hear that outcome....only thing I am looking forward to.

Happy <3 Day...get your lady some Viagra for V-day!

Ahhh...the joys of working Valentines Day.

Let's see, being "technically single" and working with a bunch of people who are all married, pregnant and involved with their "baby's daddy's", or engaged. Makes me throw up a little inside. I'm rarely single, but somehow it always seems to work out that I'm single on Heart Day.
Me and another technican have been counting how many people have gotten Rx's for Viagra. It's been 3 hrs and we're up to five. This sucks. We were anticipating much more. Darn erectile dysfunction.

Let's see...the retarded pharmacy story of the day....
"Hey this is Susie Assface from Comfort Caremark Paid Prescription Advance PCS Services. I have you on a conference call with Ms. Debra McBitch. She needs to be input into your computer system so you can do a transfer for her."

*Ummm...okay. Do you have XYZ information?*

Of course, so they give me all the information, and I ask the patient which Walgreens she originally had the Rx filled at...she has no fricking idea. Doesnt have the bottle, anything. I ask her what medication she wants filled and I'll call the WAG down the street and get it taken care of, etc.

#180 Brand name Vicodin HP ( as a 30 days supply )

*HAH!* I want to laugh in her face. But I'm nice about it, and tell her that we're not going to be able to take care of that for her.
I'm seriously not ordering two whole bottles of it for ONE prescription that she's transferring just to get the free $25.00 gift card. She's lost her mind.