Long Time No Blog

Sorry, I've been feeling less than inspired lately. Got the retail blues, I suppose. I will write again soon.

Flu season has done a number on me, and I got to the point where I wanted to punch the next person that asked for a flu shot. And now the H1N1 is shipping out soon. Glory.

Before I leave for a while, I'll leave you with a short little story from last night:

This great lady, who is one of my favorite customers came in last night at the drive through. We were chatting and I was getting her prescriptions ready, and right as I handed her the bag and started to send her on her way, she asked me:

"Can you go grab me a Kit-Kat?"

Oh, bless her heart. Thank goodness she is one of my favorites.

People Watching

People are so strange.

I suppose I have odd habits that people notice, too. I noticed this one person who came to the drive through and had the largest collection of headbands (in every color and fabric) scattered along her dashboard. What? It was just the most random thing I've seen in a while.

OMG, WTF?

I thought I was hearing things, but it is indeed true.

There's a new song on the airwaves called "LOL Smiley Face."

I have nothing clever to say. I think this one speaks for itself. WHAT are these record labels thinking?

A Case of the "Crazies"

This very strange woman came in for a flu shot. I can't describe it; she was just a weird one.

It got really weird when I was ready to give her shot. She said, "Tell me when," so I did.

She started screaming "Ow, oh, OW!" before I touched her with the needle. And I had people in the waiting area witnessing this. Lovely.

Think Your Patients are Bad?

I complain about customers a lot. They drive me insane. But a friend of mine is a dental hygienist, and reminded me that these morons are EVERYWHERE. Good to know I'm not alone.

"No, Mr. Smith. Running out of toothpaste is not a good reason to stop brushing your teeth."

OMG! You can't be serious.

You Deserved It!

I'm on my way to work the other day, and this idiot was driving like a total jerk. I tried to ignore him/her and continued on as I went through the tollbooth to get on the highway.

The ramp we were about to get onto is under major construction right now, with lots of those construction barrels along the way.

Well, as I'm sitting there paying my toll, jackass is in the lane next to me and decides to race to get in front of me. Again, I'm trying to ignore. Turns out that lane he's in makes a *very* sharp merge into my lane. He made it over, sped up, and managed to swipe one of the orange barrels with the entire right side of his car. And TOTALLY smashed up the side mirror! Plastic went flying, it's hanging by a thread. Oh, it was grand. You idiot! I couldn't help but take a picture.

Definitely the DOUCHEBAG of the day!

Bladdivan on SNL

Makes me giggle, just a little bit.

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Que Jeopardy Tune

I am so exhausted from today. So many flu shots, so many scripts, so many questions.

At the end of the day, someone asked me if neomycin is related to penicillin. And I paused...for a very, very long time.

My brain is shot! Thank God I remembered how to get home.

HOT MESS!

Did I Mention It's FREE?

Earlier today I did quite a few flu shots. Our store was giving free gifts away as a promotion.

Would you believe that a guy came back, wanting a different color/size/flavor of his free gift?

DUDE...IT'S FREE!



I'm at a loss for words.

That's One Way to Get Immunized!

I realize that once again, I'm sharing old news. But if you are an immunizer, you'll get a kick out of this story.

And That's What You Came Up With??

There's a new song floating on the airwaves, some of you may have heard it. It has brilliant lyrics such as the lines below:

"She's nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore."

"I'm tryin' to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful."

And you know which statment they decided to use without being discrespectful?

"Damn, youz a sexy biiiitch."

Uhhhhhh...okaaaaaaaaay..................I'm just sayin'.

Interesting Sign

I saw this sign while I was out today. It's good to know where you can get an abundance of Ween, and quickly.

Can I Get Fries with that?

I'm picking up balloons as a favor for my neighbor - she's throwing a surprise birthday party for her mother's 50th. This turned out to be a much more complicated task than I expected.

First of all, my dumb ass didn't read the receipt she gave me - it said 3pm pickup time. I showed up at 2:40. Woops. The place is a TOTAL zoo, and the girl behind the counter tells me she will do her best to get them done by 3pm. No big deal; working in retail pharmacy, I know what it's like to have a bunch of people staring at you and waiting impatiently. I run another errand and come back after 3pm.

As I'm waiting in line, this little snot is in front of me watching the two women who are blowing up her balloons. I couldn't believe what came out of her mouth:

"Uhm, excuse me. Can't you, like, blow them up bigger? Like that other girl is doing?" She points to the other lady. SERIOUSLY, girl - they're frickin' balloons!! It's not like this lady was blowing up some sad little under-inflated balloons. We're talking small differences here. My patience is running thin because I have to A) listen to this bullshit and B) wait behind her while they explain to her that not every balloon can be blown up to the same size. "But, those are blown up bigger...so why can't you make mine bigger?" UGH.

Finally, I get to the counter and the balloons are finished. Four bunches of a very specific color scheme. I'm carrying them out the door when the staple from my receipts cuts a nasty hole in my finger - I mean, the staple was actually stuck and I couldn't get it out!

THEN, as I'm loading them into the car I somehow let go of one of the bunches. Eff. I go back in the store, get back in line behind three more idiots, and explain how my clutsy ass let one of the bunches go. No problem, they said. What colors? Can't remember. Two pink, 1 magenta, and 2 vanilla? Or was it 2 magenta and 1 vanilla? Aghhh.

The lady could clearly see that I had lost all patience and was kind enough to help me pick out the colors again, blew them up immediately, and wouldn't let me pay for the extra balloons.

I OWE YOU ONE, BALLOON LADY!

"A" for Effort

We sent a fax to a doctor to clarify a new prescription he wrote for a patient, which had no strength OR directions. It read something like:

Anna Smith
Lisinopril
Refills: 0
Signed: Dr. Jones

Considering the drug comes in several different strengths, this isn't something we can make an assumption about. And she's never had it before, so we can't really go by what she's had in the past.

So, after faxing the doctor with a request to clarify the dose and sig, you know what he faxed back to us?

The same sheet of paper that we faxed to him, and right next to the statement, "Please clarify dose and sig" with a HUGE arrow indicating the missing information, he wrote:

OK - Dr. Jones.

Thank you...SO MUCH. Now we get to explain to the patient, two days later, why we can't fill her new medication. Dr. Jones must have a lot going on!

Ultimate Douchebag

I know this is old news, but I'd just like to state for the record that Kanye West will be the #1 resident on my Douchebag list for a while.

In case you missed it, he interrupted Taylor Swift's acceptance speech for Best Female Video and complained that Beyonce's video was one of the best videos of all time.



Would he have done this if Pink had won? Doubt it. Because, like me, she would have pounded him when he tried to take her mic away, and then would have told him to sit the f*&$ down, followed by a graceful acceptance speech.