Home Video Time!

It's that time folks!

Calm down, calm down, I know we're all excited.

Pete and I may need to get a life, because this is our typical Saturday night. But? Suits me juuuust fine.



Um, I kinda forgot which way to hold the camera, so, let's all tilt our heads to the left now shall we?

True Love...

Wait, I live in Flordia right?

It's been COLD here this week. Like cold cold. And I don't like it.

So, maybe temperatures in the 20's is a warm summer day for some Northerners, but here in Florida? That's F-ing cold. Floridians don't understand temperatures that low. Most of us hardly own anything other than flip flops, and our version of a winter jacket is something a little heavier than a cardigan.

So a few mornings ago when I walked out to my car, I was a little confused...What is this strange white chalky stuff all over my car?? It's cold!

It's ICE! What.

So my solution? A spatula. Twenty minutes later I was good to go.



Thank God our normal 70 degree temperatures are moving back in today...I don't know how winter people do it! Seriously...how do you do it?

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.

The joys of the pharmasuitical industry....

OH man, it's been a day. What kind of day?

Well, let's see, the chaos of work has left my mind so bizerkaroid, that I left a stupid comment to Whitney's sister Natalie (Hi Nat!) on MySpace and I misused the phrase "stink eye" by typing "stinkY eye" and when I went back and re-read my comment, I almost peed my bed laughing. I need help.

It's a hard life when you work with The Crack Heads. A patient found a syringe in the parking lot today and handed it to me, and without fully thinking I grabbed the very bottom edge of it with my index finger and thumb. I placed it on the counter so I could grab something to throw it away, but before I could, the pharmacist (standing in for my regular boss) told me to wash my hands as if I'd just touched The Aids. And then after I was done washing my hands as if I'd just touched The Aids, to re-wash them. And then maybe one more time because "we love you".

So that had to have been one of the highlights of working at a pharmacy, that and maybe finding random beer bottles in our trash and a pair of unclaimed boxers in the parking lot....yay. Now my right hand is tingling and even though I touched the syringe with my left hand I'm starting to get a little freaked out thinking I caught some kind of gonoherpisyphilrhea.

Aren't you just soooo jealous you don't get to work with The Crack Heads, The Meth Heads, and all the other fun loving drug addicts I get to on a daily basis?

Well don't be, jealousy is bad for the complexion.

Weak attempt at a blog post take 47

Let me just start this by saying that I've gone back and erased what I had originally written like three times already, so let's not get our hopes up for this post tonight, okay? Okay.

My oldest (eldest? do people still say "eldest"? Or is that like a 1835 thing?) sister turned 32 today, and Pete and I went out with her to a sports bar for some early afternoon beers and a few games of darts. It was a nice day, she had her first ever Irish Car Bomb (at the age of 32?!) and I was very proud.

I wanted to write about it tonight, and I even have pictures AND video, but I am SO tired, and I have a pretty crazy day at work tomorrow, so I should probably just go to bed already.

But wait Jamie, before you go, please tell us why work is going to be so crazy!

Okay, but just because you asked so nicely...

Work is going to be crazy because, the pharmacist has left for India for ten days and everyone is going to be running around like mad without fully knowing what we're doing.

That hardly sounds as bad as it's actually going to be.

We have another pharmacist that will be working, but he doesn't really know the computer system and hasn't actually worked as a pharmacist in like ten years or something. But everything is going to be OK because I have been trained so well that I should know exactly what to do and should be doing just about everything that should be done....right? Right.....?

I don't know.

But we'll find out tomorrow. If I don't hyperventilate and die.

Stay tuned.

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