Now, SHE could use some benzos...

This weekend I had the pleasure of donating blood at a local drive. They had trailors set up in the parking lot where the techs were working, and a registration table set up inside the lobby of the establishment who was hosting the blood drive.

Flash forward to me sitting in the lovely recliner in the trailor, as I'm being drained of the red stuff. A middle-aged woman starts her way up the stairs of the trailor and opens the door. A few words are exchanged between her and the technician, who pleasantly told her she needed to register and obtain the paperwork in the lobby first.

You would NOT believe the tantrum she threw. Out of nowhere, I hear SCREAMING! She was pissed because she didn't know where to go. "You guys really need to get your act together! I don't know where to go! Why don't you put some signs out! This is RIDICULOUS!"

Granted, I didn't know where to go when I pulled up in the parking lot either. But wouldn't common sense tell you to go inside of the shop who is sponsoring the event, and, I dunno...maybe ASK someone? Just sayin'.

I hope she got the technician she bitched at. HELLO! NEVER scream at the person who is about to stick you with a needle...

These people...what has happened in their lives that they have to be so angry at the world? Chillax, people.

WTF

Have you ever noticed how tampon boxes report their absorbency?

The side of the box has the levels of absorption listed, but what gets me is how they are classified. For example, "Regular" is defined as 6-9g of fluid. What normal person knows how many grams of flow they have? I realize they need to define this in some measurable, quantifiable way, but is it really necessary to put it on the box? I don't stand there in the drug store and go, "Yeah, let's see...I shed 6-9grams of endometrial lining. That's about right!"

But then I got to thinking about my experiences in dealing with the public, and the ridiculous things that people will complain about. Some idiot probably called and complained that she bought the "Super" and it wasn't enough, or whatever. (Hi, do you not know when you're leaking?) So now, when you have an incident due to the failure of your feminine products, you'd better know your facts (in grams) before you go calling and blaming Tampon, Inc!

Not So "Daily"

Just want to say sorry to the few readers that I have, for not posting quite that often. Feeling a little blah lately, and uninspired. I promise I will try to write more frequently in the coming weeks...

You're a Dick - Here's Your Meal, For Free

We had carry-out for dinner tonight at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. The pickup area was empty with the exception of a man and his son on the bench. I proceeded to check in with our name, pay the bill, and the young woman told me it would be out in a few minutes. Shortly after, the man approached the counter and acted like a complete jerk to the girl, sarcastically asking if toasted raviolis actually take THIS long to cook, etc...

She politely went to check on his order and apologized. When she came back, she had his food in hand and the manager by her side, who comped a large portion of his carryout bill.

I sat there thinking to myself a number of things: a) I'm glad I gave her a tip; b) There are much nicer ways of inquiring about the wait time of your food; and c) Our culture has taught us that we are rewarded for acting like a shmuck. Whine and scream, be a little bit more pushy than you need to be, and people give you something to shut you up.

Now It's a Party

Last night, a group of about 5 girls in their late teens came in together. They were going back and forth between the condoms (which are in a locked cabinet) and the feminine products. I overheard them several times saying, "Just ask the pharmacist." Oh, joy.

They finally approached the counter and blurted, "We need seven tubes of KY Jelly!"

Uhmmm, sure let me get that for you.

"Don't worry, it's not what you think. We're going to a party."

That does not make me feel ANY better!

Here's a Head-Scratcher!

Either business at the store is really slow, or the people I work with are nuts.

I walk in today asking the usual, "Hey, how ya doin?" and THIS is the response I got:

"Well, I ate a dog bone today!"

You did WHAT?

"Yeah, Jess brought in some chocolate-covered dog biscuits and said that someone gave them to her daughter. I TOLD her they were for dogs, but she didn't believe me. So I ate one."

I just don't know about these people...

Knockin Boots

Above is an image from Emu Australia's ad campaign for their cold weather boots.

I don't know about you guys, but this is EXACTLY how I wear my Emu and Ugg Australian boots.

What kind of bullcrap advertising is this?!

NFT.

Who Says I Can't Get Pseudoephedrine?

During a pseudoephedrine transaction today, a woman who was clearly from overseas was shocked that she had to show ID to buy the product.

"Oh, is this addictive or somezing?"

"No, but people use this to make meth."

"Well, I can go to Amsterdam and smoke my own pot. We don't have to deal with this stuff over der."

Awesome! The customers in line behind her seemed uncomfortable.

You People

There's this doctor in the area who cracks me up when he leaves voicemails for new scripts. Not only does he have an awful habit of saying "uh..uh..uh.." several times in the message, he says some silly things occasionally. He's a great doctor and one of my favorites.

Tonight he left me a message and started to dispense a quantity of 14 tablets...and then interrupted himself and said, "Wait. Make that uh, uh, uh 15 tablets...since you guys count by fives."

LOL. We have machines that count for us now.

Just A Thought

Writing a prescription for both Zithromax Z-Pak and Tamiflu for the same person SCREAMS "I don't know what I'm doing!" to the pharmacist.

I understand that diagnosing isn't easy. But jeez, PICK ONE! Don't just give the guy a pharmaceutical cocktail and hope that everything turns out all right!

Strange Marketing

I saw this mannequin while shopping the other night at Forever 21. Really? This is how you think we see ourselves in your clothes? Ridiculous.

Synonyms

I kid you not, someone just asked what the difference is between "medication" and "drugs." He was totally serious.

Chicken Soup for the Soul?

I had a slow night at work last night, so I started browsing the new Natural Products section on Facts & Comparisons. Look what I found! Yep, it's really there. Under dosing guidelines, it suggests administering by the bowlful. I kid you not!

You're All Set

So, when I'm ringing out a customer and the transaction is complete, I tend to make a closing statement. One that I use frequently is, "You're all set, have a great day!"

Yesterday, I said this to a customer, to which he sarcastically replied, "Oh yeah? And what is it that I'm all set for?" Ugh, whatever. What I wanted to say was GFY, but I didn't.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: WHY do people go out of their way to be rude? It takes more effort to be a jerk than it does to be a pleasant person.

Well, That's One Way to Do It...

Hubby took this photo of another driver at a red light. Take a really close look: she's got her CELL PHONE tucked into the scarf/wrap. I guess that's one way to talk "Hands Free."