Ugggh! I am in such a bad mood right now. Got attacked at the pharmacy again today for no reason just because I told this old man how it really was.

So this elderly Indian guy (he may have been not that elderly but I base that on his appearance. Some Indian men age quickly due to lack of exercise and overconsumption of saturated fats). Whaaa! It’s the truth.

Anyways he had three prescriptions on hand and I was helping Ms. Smith out with her controlled meds. He just comes up at the other window and I tell him I would be right with him. So he just glares at me. Typical. So I tell Ms. Smith that we will bring her meds right out but it would be a few minutes since there is only one filling tech and one pharmacist (who was on the phone taking orders).

Then I start helping Mr. I-Will-Glare-At-You-Until-You-Give-Me-Attention. I look at the three scripts and ask him when he wants to pick them up and he is like I’ll wait for them. That’s all good and fine so I tell him okay just give me about 30 minutes. Then I look at one of the prescriptions and tell him that we can’t fill the Medrol Dosepak because it is on back-order. Then I tell him that we will need to call the doc tomorrow morning to get him or her to prescribe something else (like either Prednisone or Dexamethasone). He totally thinks I’m fucking kidding and then starts to get mad. Then he is like what’s the price for the meds and I am at this point I don’t know the price from the top of my head, I can’t fabricate one for you so I tell him that I’ll need a few minutes (few meaning 5 minutes. Not 5 Indian minutes). This really pisses him off and he is like give me the Medrol Prescription back, I’m going to fill it at another Walgreens. Then I remind him of the truth that since the Medrol Dosepak is on back-order that he will not find it at any pharmacy, let alone another Walgreens. He doesn’t believe me and starts saying all this shit about how I was using the wrong terms and giving him misinformation and how he’s never going to come to this Walgreens again.

This last bit always tickles me amoxicillin pink. Fine bitch don’t come to our pharmacy with your two dolla’ meds. We serve over a 500 people with multiple scripts daily. This is Walgreens. The pharmacy America trusts. & if you can’t trust us even if we tell you exactly what’s going on with your medications…well then…I don’t wish you well. That’s a cruel thing to say but some people like the guy like this just really make me angry. Patience is a virtue very few people have and I would think him being as old as he is would had the opportunity to get comfortable with this virtue. But apparently not. I hate it when I try to explain the truth to people and they just don’t get it or believe me. All I want is to be let alone at work. I have gotten some tokens of appreciation but when people like these come arrrrggghh! I just become horribly judgemental. Especially with the demographics I work with. Rich peeps who have a high sense of entitlement to the best out of the best. I’m willing to give my best but I sure as hell don’t like being yelled at for no good reason while doing so. Yelling at me is not going to make the medicine appear out of thin air. You are not a magician old man. These are the ridiculous things I wish to say to customers like these but of course I have to practice something called self control. Practice the think before I speak paradigm. So this is what growing up feels like.

I don’t grow old. I grow patient. & this job as a tech at Walgreens is definitely teaching me a thing or two about being patient and calm. I encounter unwelcomed boot camp instructor criticism every day. Anger management applied. I can call it a lot of things. So many metaphors I could use to rant.

Point is: Doctors, don’t prescribe Medrol Dosepaks. It’s just not available.

Now off to drink my pomegranite-acai-blueberry infused tea. Toasting to my pink and pretty insides. ‘Cause this bitch knows how to take care of herself. Yeah!