Communism

Well, this is going to be a personal first. I'm certainly neither a liberal, nor a democrat, and I probably couldn't be less of a communist. What I am about to argue for is nothing but pure socialism and commie nonsense that is going to make the Drug Monkey's scotch taste just a little bit better tonight.

If you're following along at home, and read any of the pharmacy/anger/hate blogs that are becoming more and more prevalent, you may have noticed that working with the public tends to be the worst part of our jobs. It can also be argued that its the hardest as well. Ask any pharmacist if their job would be easier or harder if they didn't have to deal with the public, they will gladly tell you that working with the public is a burden.

So, may I suggest anyone trying to build momentum for the socialist movement argue that all jobs working with the public be paid equal. Regardless of your skill or trade, just the act of talking to the public is the single most difficult and least desirable part of any job. The rest is easier and much more pleasant. Thus, all jobs in retail or otherwise work with the public should be paid equally.

Retail pharmacists generally are paid more than their institution/hospital counterparts. Its called combat pay, and its due to having to deal with some dipshit who knows nothing yet insists on yelling at me for no good reason. I just have to sit there and take it. And I can't think of a single good reason that the kid slicing turkey meat at the deli counter has any less dignity or should be expected to take the same verbal abuse. Where is this kid's combat pay?

Whatever. I'm not taking a pay cut.

A general rule for the public:

I'd like to talk about an unwritten rule that the public should start to follow a little more closely. If you happen to have been prescribed and use medications administered rectally or vaginally, please just call in the prescription number to the pharmacy. Do not bring in the container. Yes, you are special and you wash your hands, wear latex gloves and pray for forgiveness while doing the deed. I get that, thanks, whatever, just don't bring in the box or bottle. If there is any chance that your hands might travel back to the container after tickling your duodenal sphincter, leave it home, decontaminate it, burn it and throw it away. I hope you get the message.

Oh, and one last thing. I've got a friend in the industry, so he would know... no oral sex before going to the dentist. They'll know.

Sorry, its been a while...

I've been busy calming down and counting to ten. Several times. For weeks.

I really am starting to hate people. Not as in I hate more than one person, the plural being people. No, as in I hate people, all of them. Well, really, everyone that approaches my pharmacy counter. Those are the people I really hate.

Pop quiz!

You are patient. You politely say hello to the pharmacist that has acknowledged you. You have a handful of three prescriptions. You need to drop them off. You see that the pharmacist has extended his open hand towards you, and shows some genuine interest in helping you today.

Where do you place the prescriptions?

A) In the hands of the pharmacist so s/he can fill them.
B) On the counter, directly under the open and waiting hand of the pharmacist.
C) Roll them up real tight and cram them up your dick hole.

If you answered B, might I suggest C.