Of somewhat normalcy is all I ask. No hassles, no problems, tantrums, bickering, issues, injuries..... I think you all can see where I'm going with this. Right down to the damn weather. Why oh why could it not be as predicted today, or even close. Sunny with a high of close to 50 degrees is a far cry from cloudy, dreary and barely in the mid thirties. It sucks out and Big Boy is about to lose his ever loving mind.
As you can see, life at the beach has been far from a vacation lately. Compliment of the federal government dragging their feet on the tax breaks, we are now *ever so patiently* waiting for the IRS to approve our itemized tax return so we can pay some bills around here. I know everyone thinks the middle class has money coming out of their ears but since everyone under the sun has their hand in my damn pocket looking for something, let me let you in on a little secret....WE DON'T!!! Shame on the government for delaying our refunds. People bank on that money to get them off to a good start in the new year. Most homeowners and property taxes and insurance premiums are do, let alone coming off from the holidays and this is the thanks we get for carrying everyone else's weight? Thanks.
The stress has been a real bitch and I think I'm going to lose it soon. I keep telling myself It's going to be alright, but I'm just not so sure anymore. Here I sit, pissing my Sunday away when I should be cleaning or doing something at least somewhat productive and guess what, this is what depression does to you. I've lost any desire to be social and it keeps getting worse.
Pity Party Over.
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Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Good Riddance
I usually don't curse on my blog and I want to apologize in advance but most of this post is just dripping with profanity. This is actually take from on of my favorite pharmacy blogs Fast Food Pharmacy. It's a farewell letter written by someone who is fortunate enough to put the miserable world of retail life behind her for a happier existence. I would say about 95% of this rant is the exact bullshit I deal with EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
This was passed along to me from a coworker of Anonymous who has left retail pharmacy for a better paying, less stressful life. Anonymous, I salute you! It would have been a 21 gun salute but we aren't allowed to carry weapons at work or even have them in our lockers.
Things I Won't Miss by Anonymous
*People walking up to the counter and shouting hello as though they've been waiting forever even though they JUST walked up to the counter and have barely been there for more than 12 nanoseconds.
*Running around like a crazy person from station to station because either (a) there's no one here or (b) because the people that are here are slow.
*The phone. Oh that f*cking phone.
*The customers. Should I name drop because I really f*cking want to.
*The words "I need a refill." or "I don't have the bottle." or "It says I have four refills until July 2011."
*Customers coming up to the CLOSED drop off window and completely ignoring and sometimes pushing aside the HUGE red sign that says "Proceed to Pickup Window" and then looking at me like I'm crazy when I tell them it's closed.
*Dirty prescriptions that seem as though they've been raped and shat on by homeless people. Is it so difficult to keep that piece of paper from becoming a victim of sodomy?
*The f*cking phone.
*Working the drop off window and having to deal with questions like "Where's the ice?", "Do you sell toenail clippers?" "Where are the pencils?", "I'm looking for lotion?". Not a f*cking customer service window and I obviously don't work the f*cking floor so how the f*ck would I know where icy toenail lotion pencils would be?
*This dusty ass allergen trap called a pharmacy. This is the health industry?
*Scrubs. Actually won't miss those because I never put those sleep bags on. And I was also under the impression that wearing pajamas to work was against the dress code.
*The drive thru. Everything about it. Every. Single. Thing. Deserves its own separate list.
*People that smell like bathrooms. People that smell like four month old sweaty cheese. People that smell like they've never heard of showers. People that smell like dead kittens soaked in vodka stuffed in a moldy barrel inside the asshole of the Loch Ness Monster.
*That f*cking drive thru bell and that fucking drive thru buzzer. And I realize I said that the drive thru deserves its own list which is totally true but when the hell am I ever gonna write that list?
*People that drive up with their f*cking arms/canes/tree branches/artificial limbs hanging out of the window so that they can press that damned button before they even park their fucking cars.
*Speaking of cars, if you come through the drive thru and your f*cking car door/window/trunk/sunroof does not open and the only way you can communicate is by getting out of your car then why the f*ck didn't you just come inside?
*People that don't hand you the money or toss the money or put the money on the counter five f*cking feet from where I am (I'm over here at THIS register, you f*cking douche)
*Some of those f*cking slow as shit nurses. It doesn't matter which one. I've offended them all just by saying this.
*People that ask "How are you?" Like you f*cking care.
*Broken printers/scales/computers/people. Yeah this can happen anywhere but I won't miss it happening here.
*Old people who call in prescriptions because they are afraid of technology then take up most of whatever is left of their life reading you one prescription number off the bottle. That is IF they can read it. "Oh wait, I'm sorry baby, that was a six." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
*People telling me how I should do my job. "You guys would be a lot faster if you did this." "It would be easier for the customer if you did that." Well, I don't come to your house and tell you how to beat your kids, watch TV, make meth and be a worthless asshole so stop telling me how to do my job.
*Old people in general. Just because you're old doesn't mean you can walk all over me like something that old people walk on. Orthopedic shoes perhaps? Eh, whatever. Old people blow with a few exceptions (you know who you are).
*People who live on their f*cking cell phones and refuse to get off them even in the midst of physical interactions with people standing right in front of them. "Sir, I realize that Rochelle shouldn't have done that to Kenny and that you need to get to the grocery store before they run out of peaches which by the way I really don't see happening but I need your address."
*The approach. You're at the counter, you're at the window, even drive thru and you see someone approaching and you pray to God they are not coming to bother you. But they always are.
*Questions. I hate questions now. They say there are no dumb ones but I can without a shadow of a doubt tell you that there are. "What should I do about dry lips?" Really??
*Those severely f*cked up names that not even Dan Brown himself could decipher. And I'm the one that gets crazy looks when I can't say them. "And what is....uhm...Kuh-taw-buh-tee-air-eesh-ma-jah's birthday?" "It's pronounced Elizabeth!"
*Screaming and crying banshee children that only know how to cough and sneeze on every open surface and annoy the shit out of me. Yeah, this place makes me want to cry too but do you see me acting like that?
*Pharmacists with big heads. Usually the fresh out of school pill jockeys who think they're better than the people to their left. Get off your fucking high horse and ring out that lady's pantyhose.
*People who pull money out of their bras/shoes/underwear/rectums and then expect me to handle it, F*ck no! Go learn what the f*ck hygiene means and make it you life's purpose.
*Medicaid patients who complain about having to pay 50 cents to two bucks for their prescriptions but will pay any amount of money for a cheeseburger or a candy bar or whatever other f*cking pointless thing they don't need.
*When I tell you that something will be ready, for instance, after 4. Don't ask me when it's going to be ready and don't try to argue with me about the time I gave you either. "Does it mean 4:15, 4:30, 4:45???" Shut the f*ck up you dumb motherf*cker because I just told you that it will be after four so I don't give two f*cks about what time after 4 you come because it will either be done or it won't be which is another thing I couldn't give two f*cks about so go f*ck your f*cking self, bitch.
*It says Drop Off Window not Consultation Window, so why the f*ck are you in my face asking me what you should put on your rash?
*Benzonatate. A minor gripe but I will not miss your roly poly ass.
*Lazy motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*Awesome motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*In between motherf*ckers. Well, actually, you can only fall into one of the two groups above so, yeah, you know who you are.
*Wal-Act junkies. Vicodin junkies. Morphine junkies. Insulin junkies (those exist, right?). Junkies of all shapes and sizes.
Things are coming to a close around here so I leave you with these wise words of one Oliver Humperdinck, renowned author and indoor trumpeteer. "If any man hath his hands, he beateth with them slow time around the bolly bop tree when the weather is green and cheese is in bloom."
Powerful stuff.
Amen.
This was passed along to me from a coworker of Anonymous who has left retail pharmacy for a better paying, less stressful life. Anonymous, I salute you! It would have been a 21 gun salute but we aren't allowed to carry weapons at work or even have them in our lockers.
Things I Won't Miss by Anonymous
*People walking up to the counter and shouting hello as though they've been waiting forever even though they JUST walked up to the counter and have barely been there for more than 12 nanoseconds.
*Running around like a crazy person from station to station because either (a) there's no one here or (b) because the people that are here are slow.
*The phone. Oh that f*cking phone.
*The customers. Should I name drop because I really f*cking want to.
*The words "I need a refill." or "I don't have the bottle." or "It says I have four refills until July 2011."
*Customers coming up to the CLOSED drop off window and completely ignoring and sometimes pushing aside the HUGE red sign that says "Proceed to Pickup Window" and then looking at me like I'm crazy when I tell them it's closed.
*Dirty prescriptions that seem as though they've been raped and shat on by homeless people. Is it so difficult to keep that piece of paper from becoming a victim of sodomy?
*The f*cking phone.
*Working the drop off window and having to deal with questions like "Where's the ice?", "Do you sell toenail clippers?" "Where are the pencils?", "I'm looking for lotion?". Not a f*cking customer service window and I obviously don't work the f*cking floor so how the f*ck would I know where icy toenail lotion pencils would be?
*This dusty ass allergen trap called a pharmacy. This is the health industry?
*Scrubs. Actually won't miss those because I never put those sleep bags on. And I was also under the impression that wearing pajamas to work was against the dress code.
*The drive thru. Everything about it. Every. Single. Thing. Deserves its own separate list.
*People that smell like bathrooms. People that smell like four month old sweaty cheese. People that smell like they've never heard of showers. People that smell like dead kittens soaked in vodka stuffed in a moldy barrel inside the asshole of the Loch Ness Monster.
*That f*cking drive thru bell and that fucking drive thru buzzer. And I realize I said that the drive thru deserves its own list which is totally true but when the hell am I ever gonna write that list?
*People that drive up with their f*cking arms/canes/tree branches/artificial limbs hanging out of the window so that they can press that damned button before they even park their fucking cars.
*Speaking of cars, if you come through the drive thru and your f*cking car door/window/trunk/sunroof does not open and the only way you can communicate is by getting out of your car then why the f*ck didn't you just come inside?
*People that don't hand you the money or toss the money or put the money on the counter five f*cking feet from where I am (I'm over here at THIS register, you f*cking douche)
*Some of those f*cking slow as shit nurses. It doesn't matter which one. I've offended them all just by saying this.
*People that ask "How are you?" Like you f*cking care.
*Broken printers/scales/computers/people. Yeah this can happen anywhere but I won't miss it happening here.
*Old people who call in prescriptions because they are afraid of technology then take up most of whatever is left of their life reading you one prescription number off the bottle. That is IF they can read it. "Oh wait, I'm sorry baby, that was a six." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
*People telling me how I should do my job. "You guys would be a lot faster if you did this." "It would be easier for the customer if you did that." Well, I don't come to your house and tell you how to beat your kids, watch TV, make meth and be a worthless asshole so stop telling me how to do my job.
*Old people in general. Just because you're old doesn't mean you can walk all over me like something that old people walk on. Orthopedic shoes perhaps? Eh, whatever. Old people blow with a few exceptions (you know who you are).
*People who live on their f*cking cell phones and refuse to get off them even in the midst of physical interactions with people standing right in front of them. "Sir, I realize that Rochelle shouldn't have done that to Kenny and that you need to get to the grocery store before they run out of peaches which by the way I really don't see happening but I need your address."
*The approach. You're at the counter, you're at the window, even drive thru and you see someone approaching and you pray to God they are not coming to bother you. But they always are.
*Questions. I hate questions now. They say there are no dumb ones but I can without a shadow of a doubt tell you that there are. "What should I do about dry lips?" Really??
*Those severely f*cked up names that not even Dan Brown himself could decipher. And I'm the one that gets crazy looks when I can't say them. "And what is....uhm...Kuh-taw-buh-tee-air-eesh-ma-jah's birthday?" "It's pronounced Elizabeth!"
*Screaming and crying banshee children that only know how to cough and sneeze on every open surface and annoy the shit out of me. Yeah, this place makes me want to cry too but do you see me acting like that?
*Pharmacists with big heads. Usually the fresh out of school pill jockeys who think they're better than the people to their left. Get off your fucking high horse and ring out that lady's pantyhose.
*People who pull money out of their bras/shoes/underwear/rectums and then expect me to handle it, F*ck no! Go learn what the f*ck hygiene means and make it you life's purpose.
*Medicaid patients who complain about having to pay 50 cents to two bucks for their prescriptions but will pay any amount of money for a cheeseburger or a candy bar or whatever other f*cking pointless thing they don't need.
*When I tell you that something will be ready, for instance, after 4. Don't ask me when it's going to be ready and don't try to argue with me about the time I gave you either. "Does it mean 4:15, 4:30, 4:45???" Shut the f*ck up you dumb motherf*cker because I just told you that it will be after four so I don't give two f*cks about what time after 4 you come because it will either be done or it won't be which is another thing I couldn't give two f*cks about so go f*ck your f*cking self, bitch.
*It says Drop Off Window not Consultation Window, so why the f*ck are you in my face asking me what you should put on your rash?
*Benzonatate. A minor gripe but I will not miss your roly poly ass.
*Lazy motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*Awesome motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*In between motherf*ckers. Well, actually, you can only fall into one of the two groups above so, yeah, you know who you are.
*Wal-Act junkies. Vicodin junkies. Morphine junkies. Insulin junkies (those exist, right?). Junkies of all shapes and sizes.
Things are coming to a close around here so I leave you with these wise words of one Oliver Humperdinck, renowned author and indoor trumpeteer. "If any man hath his hands, he beateth with them slow time around the bolly bop tree when the weather is green and cheese is in bloom."
Powerful stuff.
Amen.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
NOM NOM NOM
Yup. I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up at the emergency room with Big Boy. Considering he made it just a few weeks shy of his fourth birthday is pretty impressive. Once BB began getting in to everything and anything, I moved his two piggy banks into his closet. I didn't want him to play with them or even worse, break them or swallow the coins.
Every time I'm hanging up his clothes in his closet, he always comes in and asks to play with the pigs. EVERY TIME he is told no and we all go about our day. Today while Hubby was in his closet for heaven knows what, BB asked to play with the pigs and Hubby said "sure!" *sigh* I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher while this was all taking place so you can only imagine how aggravated I was to find the two of them playing on the living room floor with two piggy banks dumped out. Hubby told me what happened and after I explain he has just been "worked over" by our four year old, he decided to have BB seperate the coins between the two banks so they could be put away...
I knew things were going too well today when BB started to cry uncontrollably and had his fingers shoved in his mouth. It didn't take a genius to realize what had just happened and even though I never saw him put the coin in his mouth, I knew he swallowed one. After a quick call to the Ped. we were off to the ER. Luckily we were in and out of the ER in under two hours with a little boy and a coin in his tummy. The x-ray is hysterical! It really does look exactly like this picture (no this isn't his x ray).
Thank goodness the coin passed easily through his airway and was already in his stomach because the doctor told me had it been in his airway, he would have had to been airlifted out and have some crazy procedure done. This scared the heck out of me. Anyway, it really is amazing what can happen in the blink of an eye. Big Boy was pretty damn scared after he swallowed the coin and he knew exactly what we were at the hospital for. So for the next few days, I get to inspect poop...lucky me. I am curious though :)
Every time I'm hanging up his clothes in his closet, he always comes in and asks to play with the pigs. EVERY TIME he is told no and we all go about our day. Today while Hubby was in his closet for heaven knows what, BB asked to play with the pigs and Hubby said "sure!" *sigh* I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher while this was all taking place so you can only imagine how aggravated I was to find the two of them playing on the living room floor with two piggy banks dumped out. Hubby told me what happened and after I explain he has just been "worked over" by our four year old, he decided to have BB seperate the coins between the two banks so they could be put away...
I knew things were going too well today when BB started to cry uncontrollably and had his fingers shoved in his mouth. It didn't take a genius to realize what had just happened and even though I never saw him put the coin in his mouth, I knew he swallowed one. After a quick call to the Ped. we were off to the ER. Luckily we were in and out of the ER in under two hours with a little boy and a coin in his tummy. The x-ray is hysterical! It really does look exactly like this picture (no this isn't his x ray).
Monday, April 20, 2009
Muskrat
As I get older, I have noticed my patience are basically shot. Big Boy uses up about 95% of them on a daily basis which only leaves 5% to deal with the rest of the world. This isn't good. Between work, driving and day to day stress, I have to find a way to cope and relax a little better. One main problem is my job. I just don't don't have the patience for nasty, obnoxious and irresponsible people. Enter Muskrat...
If anyone has seen the Meet The Parents movies then Muskrat should make sense. If you haven't, here's the Readers Digest version. In the movie, Robert Di Nero is unbelievably high strung so whenever he starts to lose it, someone says Muskrat and he attempts to regain his composure. We have applied this technique at work. I tend to get extremely snarky at times especially when I am doing my best to help some unappreciative patient or running around like a lunatic because we are short staffed and aren't budgeted for more tech hours. When someone sees me getting ready to lose it, they simply say Muskrat and I take deep breathe and re-focus on the task at hand. So far so good. I am shocked to say it's actually working and has stopped me from jumping over the counter and strangling a few people.
I tried doing the rubber band around the wrist and snapping it when I was losing it but, my wrist hurt like hell at the end of the day and I think a few people were starting to catch on. Honestly, there is nothing worse that spending time with a patient, helping them understand their insurance and offering advice on how to save them money by using a generic only to have them rip my head off the following week because they made a mistake on something. It really makes you lose faith in people.
Anyway, wish me luck and let's all say a little prayer that the Muskrat Experiment works!
If anyone has seen the Meet The Parents movies then Muskrat should make sense. If you haven't, here's the Readers Digest version. In the movie, Robert Di Nero is unbelievably high strung so whenever he starts to lose it, someone says Muskrat and he attempts to regain his composure. We have applied this technique at work. I tend to get extremely snarky at times especially when I am doing my best to help some unappreciative patient or running around like a lunatic because we are short staffed and aren't budgeted for more tech hours. When someone sees me getting ready to lose it, they simply say Muskrat and I take deep breathe and re-focus on the task at hand. So far so good. I am shocked to say it's actually working and has stopped me from jumping over the counter and strangling a few people.
I tried doing the rubber band around the wrist and snapping it when I was losing it but, my wrist hurt like hell at the end of the day and I think a few people were starting to catch on. Honestly, there is nothing worse that spending time with a patient, helping them understand their insurance and offering advice on how to save them money by using a generic only to have them rip my head off the following week because they made a mistake on something. It really makes you lose faith in people.
Anyway, wish me luck and let's all say a little prayer that the Muskrat Experiment works!
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Tech Nazi
Before I say anything, I hope the title of this post does not offend anyone (other than who it is about). However, there is no other way to describe this woman.
I recently started a new job about 2 months ago. I'm a pharmacy technician. Not a bad job at all. I have had more jobs since graduating college almost twelve years ago than most people will have in their life. Ironically, none of them had anything to do with either of my Bachelors degrees. Anyway, there is a woman who I work with who has been doing this job for ten years. That is a long time and she really knows her stuff. I have been doing this for about two months. Before I started, I never realized just how much I had to learn. Let me give you the run down:
-Learn the equivalent generic drug to all brand names(it helps)
-How to navigate the computer system. This is also includes refills, new scripts, returning scripts to stock and a whole mess of other fun stuff.
-How to put scripts through the insurance
-How to read a doctor's handwriting and punch in the script exactly how it is written. Yes, doctors do have the worst handwriting!
-Actually pulling the drugs and filling the prescriptions.
-Fighting on the phone with insurance companies.
Thee is much more but I think I may have already bored a few of you. So, I have been trying really hard to learn all this. Everyone I work with is telling me what a great job I am doing which is so nice to hear because I feel like a screw up. In comes the tech nazi. She always has something to say. Constantly putting me down and making me feel like a jerk. She has even put me down in front of customers. Luckily, I only have to deal with her about twice a week, but its still too much.
I really don't know what to do about this woman. I actually loathe her. I've put her in my "thin mint" file. One day I'll tell you who that is. Ugh! I don't know what to do. I know the next time she does something I am going to pull her aside and call her on it. I just hope it doesn't blow up in my face. Any suggestions?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Stress Overload
I have it. I don't remember the last time I had so much going on in my life. I am still trying to get adjusted to being back to work full time. The transition was not that difficult but is definetly taking some getting used to. Big boy had been alright with it but he also has his moments.
Big boy has so many appointments these days that I really don't know whether I am coming or going anymore. It is one thing after another. He hasn't exactly been prince charming lately either. I am just about on my last nerve with that. If he touches the tv one more time after I have told him no (and this is no exaggeration) fifty times in one day I may just get into my truck and keep driving.. He doesn't listen to me and I am at my wits end. I am still pissed at the hospital for not sending me home with an owners manual. I could really use the "troubleshooting" section right now.
My poor hubby has been working tons of overtime and I barely see him anymore. I remember there was a time when I could not wait to be all grown up. What I wouldn't give to be able to go back to my youth (or at least college) for one day.
Well, I guess I need to put my happy face back on and confront the reality that things are going to be hectic for a bit. I think I need to invent an alarm clock that dispenses a valium when the morning alarm goes off. I guarantee it would be the "hot ticket" item this Christmas.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Take em all, you'll be fine
Seriously, I can't even explain to you how many pills I process everyday. No wonder our health care is through the roof. Doctors just keep on prescribing them and people fill them, and don't end up using them.
I thought I was going to snap today. "I need my Coumadin RIGHT NOW." You know what lady, pull up some wood, zip your mouth shut and wait until I call your name!
K? Thxbai.
I thought I was going to snap today. "I need my Coumadin RIGHT NOW." You know what lady, pull up some wood, zip your mouth shut and wait until I call your name!
K? Thxbai.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Help!
Big boy woke up at 1:30am and did not fall back asleep until about twenty minutes ago. There was nothing wrong with him! He just didn't want to sleep. I got maybe, two hours sleep last night and I have to go to work in two hours. I can't even lay down for a few minutes because I get up for work now anyway. What the hell am I going to do today. I have not been this tired since he was a newborn. My eyes are actually crossing. I am never going to make it through work today. Ugh! Hubby is putting in some OT tonight and now I have to pick big boy up after work. Sleep...I need it.
I know I'm being a brat about this but I just got over a bout with insomnia and I am seriously in need of sleep.
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