We've pretty much got a yawner here.
Hell Week is officially over. Thank GOD.
It seems that every time Deb goes on vacation, something is destined to go wrong. We all know this. That's why we spend the week before she leaves gearing ourselves up for it and/or whining about how the next week is going to suck. But this time, it almost didn't seem so bad. I mean.....okay, I really really wanted Deb to come back, because let's face it, she's the only pharmacist who doesn't drive me completely fucking nuts after eight hours. But it wasn't the complete shitfest we figured it would be.
At first.
Then, the order goes missing. We get an order of medicine every weekday, which consists of the drugs that are used on a regular basis (so we don't run out, naturally) and stuff that we have specially ordered for people. And on Thursday, the order just kinda.....doesn't show. 9:30 comes and goes. And all the hours past that. Making matters worse, Vesna had accidentally ordered everything twice (....don't ask), so we'd be getting a double order that needed to be sorted out. Needless to say, we kinda needed to get that done. And needless to say, the fact that none of the order actually arrived made that sort of difficult.
So, I go home at 2pm, figuring it will get in that afternoon. I take the twins (who are officially sixteen and officially have drivers' licenses now and, thank GOD, did not officially total my car during their driver's test though Timmy claims he nearly did) out to eat at Steak N Shake. On the way back, I stop by work in order to get a stamp so I can mail out my credit card bill. It's just past five then, and lo and behold, there is STILL no order. At which point I started thinking "Shit. I bet I'm going to have to deal with approximately three orders tomorrow morning, huh?"
Anyway. Arrive at work this morning (shit...that feels like a week ago) and....yeah, no order[s]. Eventually, we get a call from our sister store in Dowagiac. Turns out there's a six-hour delay on the order. In other words...we can pretty much guarantee that we're not gonna see an order that day. We're starting to have to turn customers away because we don't have the medicine they need. (Okay, so it was only a few customers, and they were all very nice and understanding about it. But, still).
Then, Dowagiac calls to say - hey, we just got an order, expect yours sometime soon! It's almost 4pm at this point, and I'm feeling slightly guilty about the fact that (a) I have to go home and leave April with the ginormous order and also (b) that I'm really more happy about that fact than I am guilty. But, you know. What can ya do.
I ended up going to the store later (seriously, it seems that since I started working there, I am at the 'pausch fucking TWENTY FOUR SEVEN) and......still no order. Apparently, the driver can't be located. Which is a comforting thought, considering they're driving a truck full of DRUGS, for god sakes.
Anyway. I'm still not sure what is happening there, but I'm getting a sinking feeling that on Monday, I'm going to walk in to find, besides the usual Monday insanity, FOUR fucking orders awaiting me. As you can imagine, I am not looking much forward to it.
.....but at least Deb will be back. Thank GOD. And yes, I know I'm abusing the caps lock function in this entry, but REALLY.
In news that is still pretty much related to my job, if by related to my job you mean it has nothing to do with me but happens on Felpausch grounds......Merker, you haven't managed to scale Mount Jesse yet, have you? Now that Stalker Bagger Boy is (fortunately) no longer around to regale us with stories about his baby mama leaving him for someone else, there is a huge void in "office gossip". Per se.
Moving along.....how long does it take to pave a fucking road? For real. I mean, I know Marcelletti was a pretty sad case.....it was beat to hell when I moved in here, and that was something like fifteen years ago.....but, come on now. The workers came and tore up all the pavement, and just left it like that for days. You'd have a drop-off of at least a foot just to get out of your driveway, and then you had to skirt around literal piles of dirt and huge holes just to get off of Marcelletti. Luckily, they finally got their shit together and paved it. It's really rather nice, but maybe I'm just excited because anything is better than the off-road track it had become.
Wow, my job and my road. You can tell I have pretty much gone nowhere and talked to no one this week, can't you?
It seems that every time Deb goes on vacation, something is destined to go wrong. We all know this. That's why we spend the week before she leaves gearing ourselves up for it and/or whining about how the next week is going to suck. But this time, it almost didn't seem so bad. I mean.....okay, I really really wanted Deb to come back, because let's face it, she's the only pharmacist who doesn't drive me completely fucking nuts after eight hours. But it wasn't the complete shitfest we figured it would be.
At first.
Then, the order goes missing. We get an order of medicine every weekday, which consists of the drugs that are used on a regular basis (so we don't run out, naturally) and stuff that we have specially ordered for people. And on Thursday, the order just kinda.....doesn't show. 9:30 comes and goes. And all the hours past that. Making matters worse, Vesna had accidentally ordered everything twice (....don't ask), so we'd be getting a double order that needed to be sorted out. Needless to say, we kinda needed to get that done. And needless to say, the fact that none of the order actually arrived made that sort of difficult.
So, I go home at 2pm, figuring it will get in that afternoon. I take the twins (who are officially sixteen and officially have drivers' licenses now and, thank GOD, did not officially total my car during their driver's test though Timmy claims he nearly did) out to eat at Steak N Shake. On the way back, I stop by work in order to get a stamp so I can mail out my credit card bill. It's just past five then, and lo and behold, there is STILL no order. At which point I started thinking "Shit. I bet I'm going to have to deal with approximately three orders tomorrow morning, huh?"
Anyway. Arrive at work this morning (shit...that feels like a week ago) and....yeah, no order[s]. Eventually, we get a call from our sister store in Dowagiac. Turns out there's a six-hour delay on the order. In other words...we can pretty much guarantee that we're not gonna see an order that day. We're starting to have to turn customers away because we don't have the medicine they need. (Okay, so it was only a few customers, and they were all very nice and understanding about it. But, still).
Then, Dowagiac calls to say - hey, we just got an order, expect yours sometime soon! It's almost 4pm at this point, and I'm feeling slightly guilty about the fact that (a) I have to go home and leave April with the ginormous order and also (b) that I'm really more happy about that fact than I am guilty. But, you know. What can ya do.
I ended up going to the store later (seriously, it seems that since I started working there, I am at the 'pausch fucking TWENTY FOUR SEVEN) and......still no order. Apparently, the driver can't be located. Which is a comforting thought, considering they're driving a truck full of DRUGS, for god sakes.
Anyway. I'm still not sure what is happening there, but I'm getting a sinking feeling that on Monday, I'm going to walk in to find, besides the usual Monday insanity, FOUR fucking orders awaiting me. As you can imagine, I am not looking much forward to it.
.....but at least Deb will be back. Thank GOD. And yes, I know I'm abusing the caps lock function in this entry, but REALLY.
In news that is still pretty much related to my job, if by related to my job you mean it has nothing to do with me but happens on Felpausch grounds......Merker, you haven't managed to scale Mount Jesse yet, have you? Now that Stalker Bagger Boy is (fortunately) no longer around to regale us with stories about his baby mama leaving him for someone else, there is a huge void in "office gossip". Per se.
Moving along.....how long does it take to pave a fucking road? For real. I mean, I know Marcelletti was a pretty sad case.....it was beat to hell when I moved in here, and that was something like fifteen years ago.....but, come on now. The workers came and tore up all the pavement, and just left it like that for days. You'd have a drop-off of at least a foot just to get out of your driveway, and then you had to skirt around literal piles of dirt and huge holes just to get off of Marcelletti. Luckily, they finally got their shit together and paved it. It's really rather nice, but maybe I'm just excited because anything is better than the off-road track it had become.
Wow, my job and my road. You can tell I have pretty much gone nowhere and talked to no one this week, can't you?