I’ve been working for the same pharmacy for just about 6 years now. Over the past 5 years, the shit coming down the pipe from corporate has gotten crazier. It’s like having a girlfriend who gets progressively more possessive and micromanaging of your life. Each policy that we get is crazier than the last.

In the past last year, they’ve ( Read more... )

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So, remember back in September, when I ordered a super sexy corset from a seller (gigidevlin for the curious and anyone doing their research on her before buying) on Etsy? Yeah, I ordered an adorable corset back on September 13th from an Etsy shop. I do my research on sellers, and checked her feedback before I made the purchase. She bragged in ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I hate my job.

Well, not so much the job, but the people, patients, fucking oxygen thieves that I need to deal with ( Read more... )

In the year or so that I've been running, I've noticed something that seems to be pretty common. We love to judge ourselves by our speed. We love to knock ourselves down because of our pace, because of our perceived lack of speed. I'll be the first to admit that I've been guilty of this in the past. However, as I've run more I've outgrown it, ( Read more... )

I hate the beginning of the year. It's pretty much a 50/50 shot when we process a patient's prescription whether or not their insurance will work ( Read more... )

I hate being sick. It sucks balls - I can't run like I want to (although I'm going to try tomorrow morning). :sickly ( Read more... )

Somedays the only thing that stops me from completely snapping at work is the fact that I'm too lazy to be bothered to dramatically climb over the counter to slap a bitch. :evil:

Like today, when one of our regulars came in and proceeded to rip me, BossRPh, and Supertech a fresh new set of assholes about at least 3 different catastophes issues ( Read more... )

This week has been positively hellish at work. The past two days we've worked with StressedRPh, who was completely OCD on both days. Today, had she just stayed at her computer and checked the baskets full of scripts, there would not have been 3 giant stacks when I left tonight. Instead, she has to flit around the pharmacy as though she's a bee ( Read more... )

So we've all had this discussion on the net before. If you want comments on your blog, make comments elsewhere; people need to know you exist before they can read you, etc, etc. Yesterday, Eddie was going through his site's stats to see if there was anything interesting, and discovered a few people who look through his site regularly but never ( Read more... )