Tuesday and stuff.
There is a giant TV in my kitchen. It’s blocking access to my sink. It’s been in my kitchen since we moved in, and I’m getting really, really tired of it. It’s really not something that I can just stick on the counter top and watch reruns of Two and a Half Men on while cooking dinner, because (a) Mom cooks dinner upstairs and (b) we don’t cook anything downstairs that can’t be done in the microwave because our stove doesn’t work. But it’s in the kitchen and it’s an eyesore and I want it gone before I use it as a toboggan and slide down my icy driveway some day.
Some woman came in today to pick up her meds. While she’s at the counter paying for things she says, “I have another one I think I can fill. A cream? For dryness? For the coochy-ville area?” Seriously. I do NOT need to hear about your girl-town dryness, and she wasn’t being quiet about it either, so I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who got an earful of her vaginal dryness. Just asking me to refill your cream would have been plenty of information for 99% of our customers (we do have a few who literally have nothing BUT creams in their drug history).
Speaking of work, we had someone come in yesterday and buy syringes. He paid with pennies, nickels, and dimes, and had a lengthy discussion about whether or not it would be better to pay an extra $1 and get the needle length that he wanted or if he should just stick with the cheaper pack with the shorter needle and smaller volume. I know, I should be happy that these people are using clean needles, but they really skeeve the shit out of me when they come in and pay with what they could probably steal from my cup holder in the truck.
An old guy came in last week and asked StressedRPh how many years she went to school to be a pharmacist. After she told him that she did 5 years, he told her that anyone with a high school education could do her job because the computer gives her all the right answers anyway. Today he came in and told me that he’s got a 10 year old rechargeable shaver that has never needed to be replaced because “the chinks make the best electronics.”
We had a discussion at work today about the Happy Holidays vs. Merry Christmas drama that’s hit a few of the blogs that I read this week. We all agreed that the people who “correct” you if you choose to say “happy holidays” (as though you’re completely wrong in choosing not say merry Christmas if you don’t know a person’s religion) are just plain silly, as are the other end of the spectrum who think that by wishing people a Merry Christmas you are forcing your religious beliefs on someone. We also talked about how BossLady is pro-choice, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to force everyone to have an abortion. “I’m getting everyone abortions for Christmas,” she said. Supertech gladly offered me hers, since she’s fixed and won’t be needing one.