Reasons why I hate Walmart.
1) I have no prescription coverage so I am forced to use the Walmart pharmacy since two of my drugs are $10 / 90 days.
2) For some reason they never have enough of my fucking Propranonal to fill my fucking script.
So, I call in the refill Thursday morning, and went to pick it up Friday evening around 6:30. Of course, they don't have enough. Fucking perfect. The girl tells me that the pills will be on on the shipment that night - by 8:00, and do I want to wait. I say, no, I'll come back. I take my six pills (two a day) and go home.
I go back Saturday night after dinner with my friend Dan. The pharmacy is closed. Of course it is.
I go back tonight after work. First I stand in line for TWENTY FIVE MINUTES. I get up there, give the girl my name, she says that they are waiting for the shipment.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? I demand to talk to the
pharmacist. She tells me that the girl Friday was wrong. The pills are coming truck TONIGHT. Really? Fuck me.
I bitch at her, and tell her that I need two more pills for tonight. She says, "You should only need one since you take one in the morning, and one at night." I tell her no, I take two at night. We argue a bit. And this bitch tells me that if I'm not taking the pills correctly she
DOESN'T HAVE TO GIVE ME THE PILLS. WTF? The fucking script just says, twice daily.
So, we argue some more, she refuses to transfer my script snywhere else.
So, I fucking hate Walmart.
Why does the cosmos fucking hate me?
2) For some reason they never have enough of my fucking Propranonal to fill my fucking script.
So, I call in the refill Thursday morning, and went to pick it up Friday evening around 6:30. Of course, they don't have enough. Fucking perfect. The girl tells me that the pills will be on on the shipment that night - by 8:00, and do I want to wait. I say, no, I'll come back. I take my six pills (two a day) and go home.
I go back Saturday night after dinner with my friend Dan. The pharmacy is closed. Of course it is.
I go back tonight after work. First I stand in line for TWENTY FIVE MINUTES. I get up there, give the girl my name, she says that they are waiting for the shipment.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? I demand to talk to the
pharmacist. She tells me that the girl Friday was wrong. The pills are coming truck TONIGHT. Really? Fuck me.
I bitch at her, and tell her that I need two more pills for tonight. She says, "You should only need one since you take one in the morning, and one at night." I tell her no, I take two at night. We argue a bit. And this bitch tells me that if I'm not taking the pills correctly she
DOESN'T HAVE TO GIVE ME THE PILLS. WTF? The fucking script just says, twice daily.
So, we argue some more, she refuses to transfer my script snywhere else.
So, I fucking hate Walmart.
Why does the cosmos fucking hate me?