Saturday, September 23, 2017

I Recently Moved...

I moved to another part of Snootyville so I could be closer to work because I love work so much. And Sarcasm. I love Sarcasm.

I hired a moving company to help out because I have way too much stuff.

So I asked the movers what's the weirdest thing they've ever moved. 

Without hesitation...

"Stripper pole."

I said "Oh wow." 

"Ever see 50 Shades of Gray?" One of the guys asked me.

I said yes. I actually haven't seen it but I know what it's about. 

"You'd be surprised how many people in Snootyville have rooms like that," he said.

Actual Look on my Face

Friday, September 22, 2017

How it Feels...


Dealing with the Stupidity of
Upper Management
at any Pharmacy Chain

(But especially Goofmart)

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Get those Numbers Up!

Busy Monday morning. Busy. Dogs and cats, living together mass hysteria. Wrath of God type stuff. I have scripts to type, labels printed, scripts to fill, and e-Scripts blinking on the computer.



And yet, there it is... a phone call from the new RPM. Good Lord why won't these people leave us alone on Monday? 

"Hi, I'm Stone. I'm your new RPM. I just wanted to call and introduce myself and say hello. What's your name again?"

"Crazy. Crazy RxMan," I reply.

"It's nice to meet you. I'll be by the say hello in person one of these days. Say... I see your flu shot count was down on Friday. So what's up? What's your action plan? Are you asking everyone if they want a flu shot? What are you going to do to increase the numbers? We need the numbers up by Thanksgiving to meet our goals for the year. Whatcha say, Crazy?"

Good Lord what is wrong with these corporate people? Seriously. This guy had two cups of the Kool Aid?

"We didn't have a tech on Friday. It's hard to promote flu shots when one person is doing the job of three people. We've had a lot of trouble with getting adequate tech coverage..."

<Stone cuts me off>



"Labor continues to be a challenge at Goofmart. We're aware of that. I just wanted to touch base with you and thank you for all your hard word. Thanks, Crazy."

<click>

Monday, September 18, 2017

They'll Do Anything

Nothing good ever comes from answering the phone any time during the last 30 minutes you're open. 

Nothing. 

The phone rings. It's 20 minutes until closing. Am I going to answer the phone or pull a Lazy RxMan and be "helping a customer on aisle eight?" I ask myself.

I decide to answer the phone.

"Uh yeah, my friend is Jim Swell. His phone died. I'm coming in to pay for his Oxycodone script for him."

I've actually been down this road before. I'm much wiser now.

"He'll have to verify that's ok," I reply.

"Uh yeah, but his phone died. He said it was ok."

"That's fine, but he specifically asked us not to let anyone but him pick up his meds. It's here in his file."

"He did? Uh... <long pause> yeah, I'll call b..."

<disconnects abruptly>

Five minutes to closing Jim Swell comes in to pick up his meds. He has no idea who called or anything about giving someone an ok to pick up his meds today.


How the caller knew Jim's name or that he had an Oxycodone script ready to pick up is still unknown, but I do know people will do anything to get more of those magic tablets.

Anything.