I’m so very happy that tomorrow is Friday. Alas, I get to work with StressedRPh has been stressier than ever, much to all of our dismay. Yesterday she actually made a list of things that needed to get done:

• empty trash
• put away order
• file rxs

Mind you, all of those things are shit that would have been done anyway. The order can’t just sit there; we’ve got people waiting for drugs in those totes. If we can’t push the trash down any further without breaking the bag, we take it out. It really isn’t this complicated, and it’s certainly nothing that warrants making a list as though we wouldn’t do it in the first place. AsshatRPh once described her as “always looking like she just rode in on a comet,” which is fairly accurate once you get the image out of your head. She’s always got this look like her mind is going in 50 different directions and she’s determined to do all 50 things at one time. Unfortunately it’s been a lot worse lately, and we get to deal with the aftermath.

It certainly doesn’t help matters any that our DM has been on our case about everything this week. Our customer satisfaction scores are in the shitter, so we get near-daily calls about how we need to come up with an action plan on how we plan on raising the score. We’re getting chewed out because we use 106 hours weekly for us techs, and we’re supposed to be only using 96. So now the bosslady is supposed to increase our customer satisfaction scores with less tech help to do so.

I hate corporate. :devil:

Today was one of those days at work that wasn’t entirely bad. The phone system was fucked, which is bad for the customers who are too dumb to figure out that the girls at the front registers are perfectly capable of getting the pharmacy to answer it (eventually, anyway). However, that made things slow enough where we could stand around and bullshit. And in case any of my bosses ever reads this, by “bullshit” I really mean “giving each patient the individualized care that they require.”

Topics of today’s discussions were as follows:

• regarding Bette Midler’s song “From A Distance”: If God is watching us, does that make him a stalker? Is he watching us while we shower?
• if Santa sees us when we’re sleeping and knows when we’re awake, is he a stalker as well? And since he watches kids, does that make him a pedophile?
• things that would be on Supertech’s “wheel of reasons why I can’t date you”
• things that would be on our “wheel of early refill excuses”

It’s never a dull moment in there, really. Just before I left there was this really nasty couple buying syringes. Let me offer up some advice to any IV drug users out there. Please do not hurry your ass to the pharmacy counter for your syringes and then in the next breath ask if you can use the bathroom. Please do your shit in the parking lot of the bar behind us like all the other druggies, ok?

• waiting for instant pudding to set. #
• @italia2 lol… and you laugh at my m&m sorting! I’m not *that* crazy! #
• heading to bed. G’night folks! #
• holy shit! It’s actually chilly out there! #
• http://twitpic.com/b2qs - Chaucer watches the birds outside #
• It’s so slow here today. No excitement in the ghetto. #
• Supertech just pointed out that the hidden camera has been removed. #
• Just noticed my shirt is on backwards. Ooops. #
• So dead here. I want to be home in bed with my Eddie #
• Well maybe if you weren’t a loser junkie we wouldn’t give you a hard time. #
• Can I go home yet? #
• Dear Mr. R, your daughter is a junky and you’re an enabler. Go away plz. #
• @italia2 gee I wonder #

Friday was a busy day at work, as can be the case on the day before a holiday weekend when all the old people are getting ready to lock themselves up in their houses out of fear of the young kids and their fun, and the junkies and drug seekers are coming in to get their party supplies in the form of tablets and capsules and syringes. We kept on top of things, but not without a bit of running around to do so.

We dealt with the girl who doesn’t believe she’s pregnant. She was in the hospital on Thursday night for some reason and before she passed out they were going to do a pregnancy test. She fell asleep before they were able to give her the results, and told her on Friday morning that she’s pregnant. She doesn’t believe them because she never saw the positive test, and spent 15 minutes hovering around the tests trying to find the exact brand that the hospital used and arguing with the RPh about how she can’t be pregnant because she’s bleeding (light spotting, from the description). This is also the girl whose mother came into the store in March or so asking if post-abortion fisticuffs were “ok for the blood flow down there“.

I managed to take the most disturbing call, from a youngish guy who had dropped off 4 scripts on Thursday and picked them up after I’d left for the night. One of his scripts, for Trazodone, having already been filled 2 weeks ago, was too soon to be filled and just put into the computer for future use. He called up on Friday morning to ask why he hadn’t received all of his meds, and so I explained that it was too early, on hold, etc, etc.

“Well, you see I got that prescription while I was in the hospital. And the reason I was in the hospital was because I’d, uh, I’d taken a whole lot of those Trazodone, so I don’t have any more of them.”

That’s the first time I’ve ever had a suicide attempt as a reason to get an early refill.

And let’s not forget the completely stupid doctor who sent a script for Prozac with the directions “as needed”. /facepalm Yes, let’s prescribe a drug that needs to be taken daily for several weeks before any results are seen and give it to a woman to take as needed. It doesn’t work that way, jackass.

Today was insane. The people just never stopped coming into the store, and each one had something different to complain about. They can’t write on the electronic signature pad. They’ve got a rash, and can someone look at it. They’ve had this prescription for a narcotic in their purse for 2 months and even though it was only good for 30 days, could we break the law and fill it anyway. They can’t take 1 single 200mg pill because it makes them crazy, but they can take 4 50mg tabs just fine, and can we call the doctor to get it switched (why, so we can just give you 120 tablets for you to trade for percocet?). We did have some fun trying to figure out how long the prescription for the condoms last week was supposed to last (so insurance can determine if it’s too soon to refill) and came to the conclusion that 24 condoms should last 24 days, because if none of us were getting it every single day, then there was no way in hell we were going to let some 15 year old crazy chick get it every day.

This is why you don’t piss off your pharmacy staff. You won’t get as much sex.

Eddie and I got to play some WoW last night and actually managed to do some productive playing, if you can call trash talking with other people and killing people in a virtual world “productive” at all. There’s plans to do more this week, and we’re trying to convince the current guild leader to not change the guild’s name to something completely retarded.