Whenever I hear those words I am flooded with happy memories of my college years, and I'm sure you understand why.
No you don't. You see, the university that was foolish enough to grant me a pharmacy degree was located in the middle of nowhere. Unless someone has moved it, it still is. There was only one road away from campus that led from nowhere to somewhere, and along that road every year in the fall someone would rent a billboard with nothing but those five simple words upon it. I never quite figured out what they intended us to do with that information, but that's not the point. Whenever I saw it, I was a happy dumb college frat boy heading into town looking for dumb college frat boy things to do during the best time of the academic year, the precious few weeks of the term when everything surrounding us wasn't frozen solid. Good times...... *sigh*
Flash forward to today, when a customer asks to see the manager. She had a very urgent tone about her, like she knew the date of the next North Korean nuclear test and had to pass the information along to the proper authorities.
I asked the sometimes-suicidal question, "Is there something I can help you with?"
"No, I need to talk to the person who runs the store"
Whatever. I called the manager up and resumed the pill counting action, only to be stopped a few moments later when I hear the lady shout "Halloween is for Satan!" look up and see her pour a bottle of water over some cheap made in China witch doll that was placed by the pharmacy register. I shit you not. Evidently the lady took the climatic scene in The Wizard Of Oz a bit too closely to heart.
The customer was either some fundamentalist Christian or bat-shit crazy. I never bothered to find out. Like there's a difference.
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Not to be totally off base, and sorry in advance; this got a bit long, but since we have found this blog, my pharmacist friends and I talk every day to cover what you have written and how it relates to our lives (sounds like a really sucky book club, but we are rolling around laughing the whole time)
Sure our customers/guests have to wait longer because we are too busy making fun of them, but really if I told them that it would be 6 hours for their 100 percocet brand name that they try and get every 3 days from other pharmacies, they would still stand at the counter and not let anyone thru until it was filled anyway, so what do I care!
I wish this was me, buta good friend an interaction with a customer the other day(I will paraphrase because I do not know the exact quote, but it went something like this) A person was asking for a refill on her percocet because she "lost it" He then explained for about 5 minutes how it could not be filled she just got 300 a few days ago, and they would need a new script etc. She then proceeded to ask "so can I pick it up in 15 minutes?". He proptly replied "Events like this make me think God does not exist, because he would not make people as stupid as you are."
If they let us be armed at work, the world would be a much better place as we could help natural selection out, because I feel some of these people should have been hit by a bus, or have something large and heavy fall upon them a long time ago. But alas, they are at my pharmacy counter and apparently it is my job to get them their drugs in a timely manner and to NEVER, under any circumstances, ask questions. As you said, put the damn drugs in the bag. (I also love how Medicaid won't cover the brand name, but they whip out a wad of 100's and pay for it, but that is a blog and a rant for another day.)
Thanks for making our day a bit brighter, and giving us something to laugh at, at work!
Well, at least she didn't try to burn the witch like they used to do in the old days.
Here's a good one for you. You know the woman who has been bickering with you over prices for the last 12 years. Well, she works at Sam's on my only day off. A month or so ago, I am buying stuff for the pharmacy but am not feeling very good when I finally make it to Sam's. (I don't feel good means I have IBS and need an emergency trip to el bano. Anyway, I'm in the stall when I here the door fly open and this lady screems my name that if I'm in here I must hurry up. She continues to talk to me while I'm crapping. When I finally do get out of the bathroom, sweating and about to pass out, she wants to talk to me about gossipy shit that easily could have waited 10 minutes.
Love her!!! She now uses another pharmacy and I'm not chasing her back!!!!!
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