Selling Drugs, Being Bald, and Begging for Common Sense
In the past couple of weeks, I have learned two things. First, people that come into the pharmacy are generally f*cked up! Second, working 14 hour days is tiring. The second statement is more just my way of saying that my body really needs to get used to this new schedule. Amber officially turned in her two weeks notice today. No more bank!! I am excited about this. While the bank was good to her while it lasted, it is time for her to move on. Her persuit of a Pharmacist degree starts in a couple of weeks, and she needs to be prepared for the journey.
So, back to the first statement. The fact that people are generally f*cked up gives me one more reason to believe that I have made a great choice for secondary income. For some reason, I fit in there. Go figure. It must be partly due to the fact that I am approachable, and partly due to the fact that I genuinely care about what people are saying, but there tends to be a little bit of over-sharing, and I have only been in this position for two weeks.
Just the other day, a lady came in, obviously she had a long day, and possibly had some type of substance to lower her inhibitions. The interchange lasted a mere moment, and the only statement that I rendered throughout was, "Oh wow, I'm sorry to hear that." You can place that comment where you would like in the midst of her myriad of statements.
She started out by telling me that she was sorry, she had been running around all day and had recently finished signing the papers on her new car. Followed directly by the fact that her husband, after twenty years in remission had received news that his cancer was back. She was saddened by this fact, because he has long flowing locks. He is going to end up losing his hair. However, as she so gracefully put it, I am HOT with my bald head. So it might not be that bad, since I am hot bald. Then, as I thought the conversation had reached the apex of akwardness, it turned abruptly to the fact that she liked President Obama and believes that he is doing a fantastic job as President. I must have missed a segue somewhere in the conversation. It might be the fact that the President has short hair.
Obviously this woman affected me, else I would not have remembered in great detail the conversation, so I truly do hope that her husband will fair well with his treatment, and the two of them can have deep meaningful conversations for years to come.
Having recounted that experience brings me to my first, "No, don't come here - go directly to the ER" telephone call that I have had, and most likely not my last. After barely getting the how may I help you out of my mouth, I hear...
"Um, I'm on my way to the pharmacy and I was hoping that you could help me with some kind of product. I don't know what I need... bitten by ants or fireants... my lips are turning blue and tingling..."
No. Don't come here. I do not have the background to play Pulp Fiction with an Epi-pen. The Hospital ER can do just that for you. After trying to calmly give directions to the closest emergency room, said caller interrupted with the fact that she would rather plug that into her GPS unit. Oh dear - stressed, borderline Anaphylactic Shock, half lost, AND going to fight electronics while driving. I see bad things happening. Once again, I wish this person the absolute best, and I hope she found the hospital without further incident.
As a last note on the pharmaceutical topic, I have noticed that every male that picks up his prescription for Viagra is smiling. This disturbs me.
So, back to the first statement. The fact that people are generally f*cked up gives me one more reason to believe that I have made a great choice for secondary income. For some reason, I fit in there. Go figure. It must be partly due to the fact that I am approachable, and partly due to the fact that I genuinely care about what people are saying, but there tends to be a little bit of over-sharing, and I have only been in this position for two weeks.
Just the other day, a lady came in, obviously she had a long day, and possibly had some type of substance to lower her inhibitions. The interchange lasted a mere moment, and the only statement that I rendered throughout was, "Oh wow, I'm sorry to hear that." You can place that comment where you would like in the midst of her myriad of statements.
She started out by telling me that she was sorry, she had been running around all day and had recently finished signing the papers on her new car. Followed directly by the fact that her husband, after twenty years in remission had received news that his cancer was back. She was saddened by this fact, because he has long flowing locks. He is going to end up losing his hair. However, as she so gracefully put it, I am HOT with my bald head. So it might not be that bad, since I am hot bald. Then, as I thought the conversation had reached the apex of akwardness, it turned abruptly to the fact that she liked President Obama and believes that he is doing a fantastic job as President. I must have missed a segue somewhere in the conversation. It might be the fact that the President has short hair.
Obviously this woman affected me, else I would not have remembered in great detail the conversation, so I truly do hope that her husband will fair well with his treatment, and the two of them can have deep meaningful conversations for years to come.
Having recounted that experience brings me to my first, "No, don't come here - go directly to the ER" telephone call that I have had, and most likely not my last. After barely getting the how may I help you out of my mouth, I hear...
"Um, I'm on my way to the pharmacy and I was hoping that you could help me with some kind of product. I don't know what I need... bitten by ants or fireants... my lips are turning blue and tingling..."
No. Don't come here. I do not have the background to play Pulp Fiction with an Epi-pen. The Hospital ER can do just that for you. After trying to calmly give directions to the closest emergency room, said caller interrupted with the fact that she would rather plug that into her GPS unit. Oh dear - stressed, borderline Anaphylactic Shock, half lost, AND going to fight electronics while driving. I see bad things happening. Once again, I wish this person the absolute best, and I hope she found the hospital without further incident.
As a last note on the pharmaceutical topic, I have noticed that every male that picks up his prescription for Viagra is smiling. This disturbs me.
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