a typical a-tom joint
Here's yet another abbreviated A-Tom post:
-Worst headache ever at work, so I took my lunch early at 12, smoked a boatload, got hugs and kisses from the female life smokers, and talked to my boo.
-Headache went away, so I worked an entire 2 hour shift at the window, where I dealt with:
A 40-something year old hispanic lady, with a 6 year old daughter who can barely speak english. All I knew how to say was "uno momento, uh, help? helpo? crap."
A lovely MILF who needed a sedative suspension, but her insurance wasn't paying for it. So my boss, the Queen Bee of the pharmacy, just told me to give it to her for 10 bucks (as opposed to 40). This would be a good time for me to discuss how I love the hospital, because we don't give a fuck about making money, which takes out the root of all evil in our business.
I argued with a guy about one dollar copays. Which he didn't have. Yes, he didn't have a dollar. And yet, we're still required by law to dispense drugs, even though we aren't getting money. It's a real lovely system, I'm telling you.
-Regardless of above events, I really like dealing with people, especially if they aren't old.
-I ducked out at 4, where the pharmacists decided to yell at me, telling me that my education is a sham and that I just needed an excuse to get out of work.
-Played around with dead kitties. I had a cat that was 3 feet long, with a rock hard GI tract. It was pretty happy, as well, and I relearned cat arteries/veins.
-As a result of the above, I now smell like dead cat and bleach, as well as icky institutional soap stuff.
Now I just have to figure out what my plans for NYC are. Hopefully it'll involve the Idiotarod; in either case I'll have someone around to make me happy, at least.
-Worst headache ever at work, so I took my lunch early at 12, smoked a boatload, got hugs and kisses from the female life smokers, and talked to my boo.
-Headache went away, so I worked an entire 2 hour shift at the window, where I dealt with:
A 40-something year old hispanic lady, with a 6 year old daughter who can barely speak english. All I knew how to say was "uno momento, uh, help? helpo? crap."
A lovely MILF who needed a sedative suspension, but her insurance wasn't paying for it. So my boss, the Queen Bee of the pharmacy, just told me to give it to her for 10 bucks (as opposed to 40). This would be a good time for me to discuss how I love the hospital, because we don't give a fuck about making money, which takes out the root of all evil in our business.
I argued with a guy about one dollar copays. Which he didn't have. Yes, he didn't have a dollar. And yet, we're still required by law to dispense drugs, even though we aren't getting money. It's a real lovely system, I'm telling you.
-Regardless of above events, I really like dealing with people, especially if they aren't old.
-I ducked out at 4, where the pharmacists decided to yell at me, telling me that my education is a sham and that I just needed an excuse to get out of work.
-Played around with dead kitties. I had a cat that was 3 feet long, with a rock hard GI tract. It was pretty happy, as well, and I relearned cat arteries/veins.
-As a result of the above, I now smell like dead cat and bleach, as well as icky institutional soap stuff.
Now I just have to figure out what my plans for NYC are. Hopefully it'll involve the Idiotarod; in either case I'll have someone around to make me happy, at least.