Rant in 5...4...3...2...

Where do I work again? Oh yeah, the OPPOSITE of rehab.

• When you call, let's try to NOT have someone screaming/crying in the background and or loud wind/static noise, and please, for the love of God, HAVE A PLAN. Avoid something like..."Uhh...um, I like get my prescriptions there? And uh, I have this doctor, I don't know his name, and um....wait, which pharmacy is this?" Thinking about what you need BEFORE speed dialing us would really help. A lot.
• It's called a shower. Try it out sometime. Normally I wouldn't really care, but I can smell you, and? you stink. Horribly.
  
• Stealing, counterfeit money, and fake scripts do not make for friends. And no, we didn't steal the money you left on the counter, that was your crackhead friend.
• Usually scripts are written for 30 days, so when you come in for your refill a week after getting the original, because you're "going out of town", you won't get it. So why bother?
• Parking lots are generally where people park their cars, not deal drugs. A group of twenty sketchy looking people hangin' out outside a pharmacy tends to scare our trendy hair salon neighbors, go around the corner or something.
  
• The time that we close is, the time that we close. We're not interested in that fake twenty you'll slide us for staying an extra hour just so you can get your oxies. We have things to do. Like lay in bed eating banana chips and writing blogs complaining about you. Important stuff, you know. Just buy some off your friends and call it a night.

Today was only the fourth day of Boss Out Of Town Week and oh man, there's like a lifetime to go. It's just been so CRAZY. No time. No patience. No lunch. (No time, again). I think this constant state of extreme business has left my tolerance for some of our "regulars" to, well, nothing.

You don't understand people!

It is so frustrating to work with some of the people that come into our pharmacy. These are people you can't trust. They are so sad, and so desperate, and normally I would feel bad for them and the shitty life they must have, but I'm just too annoyed lately to care.

I've tried to justify it a million ways, but I still cannot understand why doctors prescribe the way they do. They don't care, they just want money. Pretty pretty money. Who cares if you're not really in severe pain, and you sell half your script on the streets? Who cares if you get addicted and get desperate and rob pharmacies? And who cares if you overdose and die? Some doctors really don't.

It's true you don't always know what's going on in these peoples lives, and some of them are legit and really do need their medication, but when 80% of the people who come in ask for same medication, some of them must be abusing. They are abusing.

And eventually, it's hard to be optimistic.

Annnd that was my rant for the night. I feel better. Thanks.