As in a ham radio operator, not a piece of meat. Although I suppose you could
argue I'm both.
“WHAT THE HELL DRUGMONKEY!!!! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE US
FOR OVER SIX AND A HALF YEARS, COME WALTZING BACK IN HERE AND PRETEND EVERYTHING
IS FINE?” says my imaginary fan. Fair enough. I suppose I owe you an
explanation, or at least an update.
When we last left off Drugmonkey was a happy
independent pharmacy owner, a pharmacy Jesus of sorts, crucified by the chains,
resurrected, and sent to pharmacy heaven. A small town where people thanked him
for coming there, where occasionally people apologized to ME when their
insurance cards didn't work, and where I can set my own staffing levels.
One
thing I learned. It is possible to have a sufficiently staffed store and still
make money. I have been doing it for almost 10 years now. Chain store peeps,
your bosses are fucking you over, which is something I suspect you are well
aware of.
At any rate, I've always said happy people make crappy art, and being
happy for the most part, I lost the writing bug that used to be a fire in my
belly. I've spent my days in pharmacy heaven, running a store the way it should
be run, treating my employees the way I would want to be treated, never working
later than 6 PM, getting two days off most weeks, and picking up hobbies like
putting radio waves in countries thousands of miles away.
Yet here I am, with a
bit of a writing bug again. Uh-Oh.
Thing is, even pharmacy heaven can be tiring.
I'm tired of Mr. Early Norco. Tired of Ms. Ask You For Something And Not Listen
To The Answer. Tired of you not bothering to look at your label and not making
an effort to understand it when you do.
Seriously, when you see “0 refills” Why
do you act like you don't know what that means? Take a wild guess. What do you
think it means Einstein?
Hold on. Just made a contact with Japan. Long story
short, it's possible to hook up a radio to your computer and have it make
contacts with other radios. Gotta put this in my logbook.
OK I'm back, and I
can't take this much longer. I've been behind a pharmacy counter over 30 years
now, and it's becoming increasingly obvious it's time for something else. I've
been in therapy for chrissakes, and that's not normal. I don't want to be in
therapy. I don't want to take meds to try to wring some extra norepinephrine out
of my brain so I can face the workday. Even when it's as good as it gets,
pharmacy sucks. A statement that will surprise no one who has ever tried it.
And
so I'm thinking about selling out. To Rite Aid. Go ahead and laugh. If this deal
goes through it'll turn out I've been working for them all along. But the
money's good. I remember seeing an interview once with boxing promoter Don King,
whose guts were supposedly hated by Mike Tyson, where he was asked if he could
ever work with Tyson again. King said something to the effect of “I DON'T HAVE A
PROBLEM WITH MIKE TYSON, MIKE TYSON AND ME CAN HATE EACH OTHER ALL THE WAY TO
THE BANK!!!”
It's kinda like that. Rite Aid and me can hate each other all the
way to the bank.
So here I am, 53 years old and about to be bought out of
pharmacy. It's like I'm out in a boat in the middle of the ocean and can sense
the weather is changing. Changing to what I have no idea. But I can't go on like
this.
Stay tuned. If you get nothing but silence you'll know it ended well.
But
I have a feeling I'll be back.
3 comments:
Another independent pharmacy bites the dust. That's too bad but enjoy retirement. All the independents around here are aging out and getting out of the game and there's noone to pick up the business. We are on our third independent now hopefully they can stick around awhile.
Hi and it's been a long time! I wanted to chat with you if you are willing regarding your experience in this. Email me?
-The pharmacist formerly known as Pharmacy Girl, Tenille Davis
Heya Pharmacy Girl!
You can get ahold of me at dstan93940 at gee mail
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