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.

Is It Just Me?

That's twice in the last month that I've had a customer in his/her mid-forties who put their FATHER up to calling the pharmacy and taking care of her prescription mess. Two separate individuals.

I would be humiliated to have my father call the pharmacy, or take care of any such ADULT RESPONSIBILITY, for that matter.

But that's just me.

The Joys of Newlyweds

Most women have the typical problem with their husbands forgetting to put the toilet seat down.

Not me.

In fact, he's extra thoughtful and even puts down the lid occasionally.

Imagine my surprise when I stumble around in the dark at 1:30am to go to the bathroom, pull down my underpants, and sit on a freezing cold commode lid.

Took me a while to get back to sleep.

I love you, babe!

Refills for Your Xanax? Priceless.

I got the funniest note on a refill authorization fax today. It read almost like one of those credit card commercials:

Last office visit? - January 2007.

Compliant with meds? - Never.

Keeps follow up appointments? - Hardly.

Refill Xanax? NOPE.

DENIED! Sucka.

Day After Holiday = Hot Mess

Here's a suggestion - if you don't like to wait for your prescriptions, DON'T COME at the BUSIEST TIME OF DAY, especially the day after a NATIONAL HOLIDAY.

Why is it that when people go to a popular restaurant at dinnertime, they're not surprised to hear the wait for a table is 30-45 minutes - but when they show up at a pharmacy during rush our (the day after a holiday, no less), they're stunned at how busy it is? I mean, you don't walk into a Starbucks at 7:30am and think you're going to be the only customer waiting on your nonfat-extra-foam-two-pump-sugarfree-vanilla-extra-hot-latte, right?

Common sense would tell you that, if you have little to no patience, you simply avoid places at peak times. Want a car wash? It's a Sunday afternoon and it's sunny and 75 - dare I go to the Delta Sonic? NO. I'll go another time, instead of driving up to find a line of cars so long that it backs up into the street.

Just saying...