Saturday, March 29, 2008

Why I Hate The World

Stupid People. I mean tragically stupid people.

I went to the pharmacy this afternoon after I had been to breakfast by myself, a funeral and a dance practice. I arrived and groaned when I realized the pharmacist I can't stand was working. I can't stand her because she is stupid.

Everyone at this pharmacy knows me. I am in there at least once a week. They know me. They know my name from running the 20ish prescriptions I get filled every month. They Just Know Me. End of story.

So I walk up to the counter and the woman, we'll call her Stupid, says , "Be with you in a moment" in her foreign accent. I seriously doubt this woman is a pharmacist trained in the US because her English is THAT poor. Well finally after several moments (and I'm exhausted and want to cry from exhaustion and I just want to sit and I have to keep standing) Stupid asks, "What's the last name?"

I give her my last name and the first two letters, in case she can't sound it out. And she brings up TWO count them ONE, TWO prescriptions. I had called in FOUR yesterday. One two three four. Big difference. I ask her where my other stuff is - my birth control, and the one I can't remember... and she says "I don't think you called any others in." And in my "I will kill you if you don't grow a brain " tone of voice I say, "I did call them in."

So she looks on the computer. Well duh. And she looks back on the shelf, and GEE what does she find? My birth control pills (which she tosses at the counter because, I guess she was upset that I know what the fuck I'm talking about) and my TWELVE bottles of Pancrease. What, the TWELVE bottles with my name on them didn't stick out to her the FIRST time? Because I would like to command my twelve bottles to bite her ass.

Then, as she is writing up something and complaining that two of them were out of refills and the doctor had to fax them back (which is the pharmacy's JOB), I mention, in a nice tone of voice "Those get charged to the credit card on file." And she says, "I don't know."

You don't know what? Now my mean tone of voice is back and I say, "That wasn't a question, it was a statement. They DO get charged to the credit card." And Stupid says, "Let me check to see if you have a card on file."

I DO! Why the fuck would I tell you to charge it to a card that is on file, if there were no card on file? Not to mention this is the MILLIONTH time I have dealt with this woman and EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME the meds get charged to the credit card.

She comes back and now I'm just mad that such a stupid woman is allowed to exist, and she says, "Oh yes, there is a card on file." I can't help myself and I say, "Duh. I know what the fuck I'm talking about."

And she says, in all seriousness "I had to look at computer. I don't know anything."

No kidding you don't know anything.

2 comments:

Gene Shiau said...

You may be onto something. Many pharmacies hire pharmacy technicians to fill pharmacists' jobs. Ever considered driving farther away to avoid the unfortunate event of dealing with this person behind the pharmacy counter? (Or file a complaint to her supevisor, which I hear helps.)

Love is flying from TONI! said...

Hahahahaha you are the most amazing person I know/don't really know.

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