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."