I received some spam in my inbox this week, telling me that I could sign up for online courses to train in the exciting job field of pharmacy technician and become nationally certified. “A career in pharmacy can be really rewarding, both financially and professionally! Good salary, flexible working, and lots of opportunities!”

Excuse me while I step away from the computer to LMAO. That’s right people, I’ve laughed so hard my ass (or my appendix, if you’re Supertech’s son) has completely fallen off. Gone. The paycheck’s not bad, but certainly not fantastic, and professionally? The last two days have been spent cleaning up (literally and figuratively) all the mistakes that Floater-RPh made over the first half of the week.

Professionally? I’ve learned that it is entirely possible to keep a straight face when someone wants to know if fist fights with her boyfriend are ok on the day after her abortion. I’ve learned that the professional thing to do in most situations, such as anytime someone comes up to the counter lifting the edge of any piece of clothing and saying “I’ve got this rash…” is to call the pharmacist over. Because they’re the ones who went through 5 years of school for this very situation. I’ve learned that if someone doesn’t work in your store on a regular basis, they will come in and fuck everything up before they leave because hell, they’re not the ones who have to deal with the fall out.

Yes, I’m bitter about my job this week. The first half of the week was spent with a floater Rph filling in, who shall henceforth be known as AsshatRPH. Monday was ok, it’s like you’re in 5th grade and you class has a sub who lets you do your own thing as long as you’re quiet and don’t disturb anyone. The 2nd and third days were just a big blur of chaos. AsshatRPH’s throwing peanuts at us. He’s on the phone. He’s putting stuff in our jacket pockets. He’s squirting us with alcohol. He’s on the phone again. His girlfriend is calling, pretending to be a customer again. His stalker is delivering lunch, but he thinks it might be poisoned so can we test it for him first? He’s leaving a trail of food crumbs behind him as though he’s unsure that he’ll be able to find his way back to the computers. I finally snapped at him on Tuesday afternoon because he does NOTHING that he’s supposed to do, like lock up the narcotics in the safe after using them, or writing out scripts he takes over the phone on actual rx pads we have, instead opting to write them out on slips of blank paper.

And let’s not forget the fun times that were had when he decided to try to disconnect/”investigate” the new security cam that was hidden 2 weeks ago, which was a stupid idea to start with but was proven to be even more moronic by the fact that one of our loss prevention people - the ones who put the camera in there in the first place - was in the store at the time.

If he manages to keep his job, it will be a miracle.

I can home from a grueling night at work to find a little note on my desk that says “I *heart* Crystal McBride lots n lots!! xoxoxo.” It was just what I needed after working with a newbie pharmacist who had to double check everything. Not that double checking things is really bad, but there’s a line between being completely anal and being a productive member of the team. It made what would have been a completely slow and normal Friday night rushed and kept us backed up for the majority of the night. It didn’t help matters any that we had several doctors who prescribed things completely retardedly and one incredibly annoying woman who kept calling to find out if something was called in, filled, could be filled yet, or get directions to another store to pick something up over there. On the plus side, I caught a patient adding refills to a Vicodin prescription, and unlike most doctors who just say “fill it but don’t add the refills”, when we called to verify the refills this doctor said “don’t fill it at all.” Needless to say, the guy who dropped it off insisted that he didn’t change it, but the RPh told him to just pass it on that the next time someone could be facing jail time when they’re caught.

Thankfully Eddie had a lovely 6-pack of Mike’s hard cranberry waiting in the fridge, leaving me one very happy chicky when I got home.

If anyone watches the Tyra Banks Show, my cousin Michael Flynn was on it this morning. Yay for NY Jedi getting some national recognition, even if it was on a talk show with the topic “is geek the new hot?” I guess it’s better than one with the topic “Mom, I’m sleeping with your boyfriend and he’s better than Dad!”

We’re not entirely sure what we’re doing tomorrow while we have the whole day off. We might hit some garage sales, we might hit Thayer Street. We might just sit at home and play WoW and watch TV. I’ve got a couple of crochet things that I’m working on, so whatever we decide, we’ll end up keeping ourselves occupied.