I used to be a happy person... but then I took the job of a pharmacist to the knee
Someone called me into work on my day off today and I was like, I have plans, but they're like, please, I'm sick? and I'm like, fuck, I'm way too nice. I'm only doing a half shift though because I am already clocking overtime every week, on my normal schedule. Is that not insane, I thought this company doesn't pay overtime...
Yesterday was my 14 hour day, and a technician could not come in because his wife was in a car accident and it took forever for them to be checked out of the hospital, so we were slammed, and we got yet another complaint about how we were too slow and didn't help the drive through fast enough. I'm like, with all the complaints I'm getting my first 2 weeks working here, (I've gotten about 5 or 6 so far just on my shifts in 18 days which averages 1/3 of a complaint every day,) this store should be shut down and out of business, but nope. It is apparently policy at both CVS and Walgreens that if a technician calls in sick, you just have to deal with it, because there aren't any replacement techs and I'm like, well of course there shouldn't be any replacement techs, what person likes to torture themselves for minimal pay if they don't have to?
In short I am a captive in hell and I wish for death every single day, and although that is not new, technically, this time I really really really mean it.
In happier news, I bought a book of macaroons at Marshall's on a whim, and it so gorgeous and pretty. A recipe for tiramisu macaroons? I am dead. I'm gonna try to make some this weekend, emphasis on the word "try." This will be slightly terrifying, as my attempts at baking are... haphazard to say the least. It is apparently not in the Vietnamese tradition to be good at baking anything other than French bread. Ovens don't work properly in the jungle, which must explain why my mother is baffled and unhelpful during my attempts at baking and roasting. (But she can't cook even the proper Vietnamese dishes that require minimal skill, so that's not saying much.)
Speaking of my mother...
http://trance-former.tumblr.com/post/16280930222/shit-asian-moms-say-lol-these-are-getting-funnier
This Shit Asian Moms Say video starts off right, troi oi! My mother has said almost every single one of these things, in that accent, to me and my brother. We laughed until we cried at this video.
Yesterday was my 14 hour day, and a technician could not come in because his wife was in a car accident and it took forever for them to be checked out of the hospital, so we were slammed, and we got yet another complaint about how we were too slow and didn't help the drive through fast enough. I'm like, with all the complaints I'm getting my first 2 weeks working here, (I've gotten about 5 or 6 so far just on my shifts in 18 days which averages 1/3 of a complaint every day,) this store should be shut down and out of business, but nope. It is apparently policy at both CVS and Walgreens that if a technician calls in sick, you just have to deal with it, because there aren't any replacement techs and I'm like, well of course there shouldn't be any replacement techs, what person likes to torture themselves for minimal pay if they don't have to?
In short I am a captive in hell and I wish for death every single day, and although that is not new, technically, this time I really really really mean it.
In happier news, I bought a book of macaroons at Marshall's on a whim, and it so gorgeous and pretty. A recipe for tiramisu macaroons? I am dead. I'm gonna try to make some this weekend, emphasis on the word "try." This will be slightly terrifying, as my attempts at baking are... haphazard to say the least. It is apparently not in the Vietnamese tradition to be good at baking anything other than French bread. Ovens don't work properly in the jungle, which must explain why my mother is baffled and unhelpful during my attempts at baking and roasting. (But she can't cook even the proper Vietnamese dishes that require minimal skill, so that's not saying much.)
Speaking of my mother...
http://trance-former.tumblr.com/post/16280930222/shit-asian-moms-say-lol-these-are-getting-funnier
This Shit Asian Moms Say video starts off right, troi oi! My mother has said almost every single one of these things, in that accent, to me and my brother. We laughed until we cried at this video.