And now, rather than a post about me, we’ll do a survey (that I stole from Perpstu) with Eddie as the subject.

• What is his name? Edward Neal John Lamborghini Countache McBride
• Who eats more? Definitely him
• Who said I love you first? I’m pretty sure it was me.
• Who is taller? He’s got about a foot over me
• Who drives most when you are together? He does. I try not to freak out too much.
• Who’s more sensitive? Depends on the situation.
• Who does the laundry? He does.
• Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do, because it’s against the wall and I like it there. When he first moved down we slept on the opposite sides and weren’t comfy at all so we switched. We once tried to switch sides again for some reason, and it just didn’t work.
• Who pays the bills? I do. I tend to manage the money better.
• Who cooks more? He cooks more than I do, but I bake more, and I’m in charge of making pancakes on pancake-egg-bacon night.
• Who is more stubborn? That could be a tie. I’m sure he could be just as stubborn as I am if he didn’t give in just to please me.
• Who is the first to admit they are wrong? He is, please see above for reasons….
• Who has more siblings? I do, since he’s an only child.
• Who wears the pants? My mother.
• What do you like to do together? Movies, WoW, snuggling on the couch, eating out.
• Who eats more sweets? I do. He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth.
• Guilty pleasures? Cheesy movies.
• How did you meet? I saw his picture on Livejournal in the comments of a post made by a mutual friend. I thought he was hot, so I friended him.
• Who asked whom out first? since we met online, we never asked each other on a date. I told him how I felt about him first though.
• Who kissed first? I’m pretty sure that was me.
• Who proposed? He did, 3 times actually. Once over AIM, once by phone, and once in person while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
• His best features and qualities? I find him incredibly cute, hot, funny, sexy, geeky, dorky, handsome, and sensitive all in one big package. He’s got the type of sense of humor that made him fit right in with my family, and he deals with my insanity when he has to.

1. Kelly and Heidi, 2. Angela, 3. Slightly Creepy, 4. Emoticon, 5. Mark 2.0, 6. Alice, 7. Mr. Pukey, 8. Alice

I loved my costume, I really did. I was cute for a whole day. I was blond, and wore a dress and tights and felt like I was 8 years old or something. At least, it was fun until mid-afternoon, when the tights started to get itchy in places where there should be no itching, and the corset under my dress to keep everything looking good and in place started to get totally warped and dig into me, something that hasn’t happened with that corset before in the 7 years I’ve owned it, and it wasn’t even laced as tight as I usually do it. Oh, and add into the mess that my stomach decided to rebel against my choice of lunch so I had to deal with tights, corset, apron, skirt, and petticoat in the bathroom multiple times.

So on the way home, when I was at a light close to the house, I fired off a text to Eddie telling him to get me my comfy clothes out. He responded with a note that I had to pass out candy as Alice, to which I replied with a “No” as emphatic as I could get at a stop light.

We ordered pizza and ate downstairs while we passed out candy to kids who looked really cute and too-old kids who looked pathetic trying to get candy. Except for the zombie kids, they were cool.

Today started off well enough. I get in, everything’s flowing nicely, there’s hardly anything needing to be filled, nothing interesting going on. I get pulled away from the counter to pack up $25,000 worth of narcotics and fun stuff that requires a lot of paperwork to return, and Supertech catches someone acting all sketchy and gives us the highlight of the day: someone altered a Vicodin script.

The first give away was that the woman was all sketchy and nervous at the drop off counter. People who talk and chat about the script and, in this case, point out the alteration are dead giveaway that they’ve messed with shit. In this case, the script was written at one of the local ghetto urgent care places. The docs in there don’t give out anything other than antibiotics and weaker pain shit if they can help it, and even then they don’t give you anything more than a day or so worth of painkillers. So when this chick nervously handed Supertech a script written for 60 Vicodin, and pointed out “the doctor made a mistake so it’s messy” we knew something was up.

The other giveaway was that this particular MD, when it comes to stuff like Vicodin, makes it very clear how many tablets he’s prescribing. He wrote:

#6 (VI) six

Li’l Miss Nervous passes us a script written out (her additions in bold)

#60 (VI) sixty

While I give her a lot of credit because unlike some people she actually used the same color ink with her additions, between her behavior, and the fact that she couldn’t manage to get the Roman numerals to reflect the other alterations, it was with great pleasure that we watched BossRPh rip it up in front of her and tell her she couldn’t get any of it. Of course, we got the required “It wasn’t me who did it!”

Later the day turned to shit, approximately 30 seconds after Supertech left and the gates of Hell opened and sent Satan’s minions into the store and to our phones. We had someone with some weird-ass drug that we didn’t have in stock who wanted us to call around to find it, then get pissed off because the one place we find it at doesn’t take her insurance. Our resident absolutely psycho woman gets a new rx sent to us for some drug we definitely don’t have with the note “discontinue Haldol” which prompts us to have the following conversation over the phone:

me: We can call around and find it someplace else or we can order it for tomorrow and it will be in tomorrow morning.
her: But I need it tonight! The doctor gave me this and told me not to take the Haldol! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO TONIGHT!
me: That would be why I gave you the option of having us call around to find it elsewhere.

I don’t think she got it tonight. I called 5 of our local stores, and I know BossRPh called another couple of competitors, but I don’t know if they ever got it because I left before a resolution was made.

Just when you thought that people couldn’t get any stupider, the world produced not one but three complete morons and dropped them on our doorstep today.

I submit example #1, a little old lady who was at the cash register with BossRPh.
RPh: This prescription is written for a 90 day supply of pills, do you want us to fill that much?
Lady: How long will that last for?

And later in the afternoon we had example #2, who I had one the phone. She called our store when she meant to get another store of ours up the road. I see that she jumps between 3 different stores, and that she’s got something waiting at the other one.
Me: What store did you mean to call ma’am?
Her: [audibly annoyed] THE ONE THAT I DIALED!

At some point in the day we also had a woman who got annoyed with Supertech, because neither of us is psychic and we were unable to pull her foster kid’s insurance info from her brain. When she dropped off the scripts on Monday, she told me that she’d just “got the kid” and didn’t have his card yet, but would come get the meds when she got the insurance cards in the mail this week. She came in this afternoon, without the cards, and expected the drugs to be run through the insurance using the info on the card that she received and then threw out. Because why would we need insurance info, right?