Another day, another dollar, and another crazy pharmacy story, or two, or three, or however many I can remember.
First thing this morning, I wake up, and realize that I am late. It appears that the cheap piece of shit alarm clock that a drug rep gave to me, doesn't work. I had to be out the door in 10 minutes! So, I quickly got my slacks, shirt, tie, and whatever else on, and sprinted out the door.
I get to work an hour later (yes, I have to ride that wonderous C-Tran to Tri-Met connection from my house), and I find my boss, and he tells me, "Michael, we are swamped, and it's been nothing but problems all day." I was cool with that, it made the morning go by a little quicker.
The first customer I help at the register (about 10:30) was a senile old woman, who looked like she was about 100 years old, or something, and she wants a refill on her Flovent (inhaler for asthma). I inform her, ever so "politely," that she is out of refills. She then begins to go on a 20 minute, ramblefest on how when she was my age, this never happend, and you could always get this medication....I had to be the one to tell her that Flovent has only been around since 1990's. She had egg on her face, and just walked off.
The next thing I realize, it's time to prepare for inventory tomorrow (I always have called in sick for this, or have been on vacation, because drug inventory is a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!)....so I start counting half bottles, and full bottles, and pricing them. I managed to count the whole pharmacy (not the pills themselves, otherwise I'd still be there) in about an hour.
Just before I leave work, an East Indian gentleman, who can't even speak a word of English (if he could, I sure as hell couldn't understand him) with a prescription. It was for Vicodin, and Keflex, and he only wanted 1 pill of the Keflex. What's the problem with that? Well, #1, it was a photocopied prescription, so it probably wasn't even his....and #2, this guy was dumb enough to leave his ID at our counter, so guess who was called? That's right, "El Policio." The last thing I remember was seein him be carted off in the police car, and he was pointing in my direction. Oh well, big fuckin deal.
So, now I am home, with the air conditioning on, and ready to relax (about damn time!). So, I will catch most of you in the chat room tonight. Until then, have fun....
But, I did forget to mention one last thing to the guys.. If you ever get old, and suffer from erectile dysfunction, and have a choice between Viagra and Caverject...PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PICK VIAGRA...I don't know about you, but I sure as fuck don't want to inject ANYTHING into the head of my dick, that's why I cringe everytime someone gets a script for Caverject....
First thing this morning, I wake up, and realize that I am late. It appears that the cheap piece of shit alarm clock that a drug rep gave to me, doesn't work. I had to be out the door in 10 minutes! So, I quickly got my slacks, shirt, tie, and whatever else on, and sprinted out the door.
I get to work an hour later (yes, I have to ride that wonderous C-Tran to Tri-Met connection from my house), and I find my boss, and he tells me, "Michael, we are swamped, and it's been nothing but problems all day." I was cool with that, it made the morning go by a little quicker.
The first customer I help at the register (about 10:30) was a senile old woman, who looked like she was about 100 years old, or something, and she wants a refill on her Flovent (inhaler for asthma). I inform her, ever so "politely," that she is out of refills. She then begins to go on a 20 minute, ramblefest on how when she was my age, this never happend, and you could always get this medication....I had to be the one to tell her that Flovent has only been around since 1990's. She had egg on her face, and just walked off.
The next thing I realize, it's time to prepare for inventory tomorrow (I always have called in sick for this, or have been on vacation, because drug inventory is a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!)....so I start counting half bottles, and full bottles, and pricing them. I managed to count the whole pharmacy (not the pills themselves, otherwise I'd still be there) in about an hour.
Just before I leave work, an East Indian gentleman, who can't even speak a word of English (if he could, I sure as hell couldn't understand him) with a prescription. It was for Vicodin, and Keflex, and he only wanted 1 pill of the Keflex. What's the problem with that? Well, #1, it was a photocopied prescription, so it probably wasn't even his....and #2, this guy was dumb enough to leave his ID at our counter, so guess who was called? That's right, "El Policio." The last thing I remember was seein him be carted off in the police car, and he was pointing in my direction. Oh well, big fuckin deal.
So, now I am home, with the air conditioning on, and ready to relax (about damn time!). So, I will catch most of you in the chat room tonight. Until then, have fun....
But, I did forget to mention one last thing to the guys.. If you ever get old, and suffer from erectile dysfunction, and have a choice between Viagra and Caverject...PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PICK VIAGRA...I don't know about you, but I sure as fuck don't want to inject ANYTHING into the head of my dick, that's why I cringe everytime someone gets a script for Caverject....
and hell no on the injection!