You made my day, happy little kid.

Today was a pretty typical day. Only thing that stayed on my mind was this little kid that came into the pharmacy. He came with an older man who was picking up his prescription; I assume it was either his dad or his grandfather. What struck me was this kid, around ten years old, was just randomly singing Christmas songs while I was checking out his old counterpart. At first I thought, what an odd little kid, but then it's like...wow...here's a kid that's just happily singing away without a care in the world. Doesn't matter it wasn't even close to Christmas...he was belting out songs like it was supposed to be.

You go kid. Sing your heart out.

Just waiting for it.

Well it finally happened. I found my new bitter old person that hates the world. I had two people I knew about at the other pharmacy. The type of person that you just wanted to go hide when you saw their rx were ready to pick up.

Lady comes through drive through. Apparently her meds didn't go through insurance because the tech that scanned the rx had put down the wrong birthdate for her. BUT IT WORKS AT CVS!!!! I go through the thing asking if her insurance had the birthday wrong..etc etc. That's when I found out her birthday was wrong. I corrected it...through her insulting me the whole time (GET A BRAIN, GIRL!!!) Turns out the doctor wrote for a three month supply while her insurance will only cover one month at a time. Which means...we have to redo the script. She kept screaming about it working at CVS. She also sent over a script for eye drops and -demanded- that I make it work even if the insurance rejects it. It did work and I told her that...but of course I got no thank you.

After she finally drove off in a huff...I helped lane one in the drive through. The guy in lane one is like "well bless your heart...you poor thing having to deal with that." That made me feel better. There are kind people out there. Thank you person in drive who told me that. You really lightened my mood. Bless you.

CVS Bitch, as I shall call her, apparently called back later and ripped the pharmacist a new one. Even the sweetest pharmacist was just like...what a bitter old lady.

I hope and pray that my life will not be so shitty and bitter in my old age that I resort to taking all my hate on other people.

Whee!

Mondays are horrible busy. It got to the point where I was telling people in drive through two hour wait time. Lady comes by and needs her meds -right- now. Her friend needs the Xanax because she having a procedure done in an hour and a half. The rx was written for the 16th. She had five days to get it filled and she wants it now. I put her script in as a waiter. When they came around to pick it up...wrote a check...it wasn't accepted because apparently there have been problems with them actually paying for it...even though "they don't know why it's not being accepted." Whatever.

An actual hot guy came through the drive through. Nice, expensive car, too. Works out. Nice haircut. Of course he had to be on Valtrex and Aldara.

There was a guy that was dropping off ER meds. Didn't have insurance. I didn't see what the meds were for, but they were a bit expensive. Random guy behind him waiting to drop off his wife's meds offered to pay the full price for all of them. Didn't even know the guy, never met him before in his life. That's the second time that incident has happened. Either people here are a lot nicer or they're just more naive.

It's not my fault you lost your pills.

It really isn't. It is also not my fault that we are behind 45 minutes on prescription because the morning technician passed out and had to be taken to the hospital. So please, if you will, do not scream at me because you lost your heart medications and your insurance will not cover it.

Also, standing right by the front counter waiting for your script to be filled will not get them done any faster. Same with staring daggers at me while you are floating at the front counter. So just go sit down. Seriously.

That is all.

I am not in charge of your kid's healthcare.

Sudafed seriously is the new syringe. People buy that all the freaking time. For some reason, they all want the generic Actiphed. We happen to be out of that right now...so telling druggies we don't have that is a bit comical. They leave...probably to consult with their druggie friends...only to come back a couple minutes later to ask for generic Sudafed. Beautiful.

Other interesting incident of the night: Lady comes through drive and drops off her kid's rx. Comes back to pick them up. Rx is for Vigamox...which is an expensive (~$80) eyedrop. I ask if she has insurance....AHM ON MEDEECAID! Okay...do you have the card...no but I have something that says it is active. Okay, lemme try and run it through. Doesn't go, of course. I tell her that and she's like...well...I don't have the card, my kid just got reinstated. I go through my speel of we needing the card to run it on the insurance and she can pay cash now...bring Medicaid number in...we rerun the rx...and issue refund. Well she doesn't have the money right now and they haven't mailed her the Medicaid card. I told her she could go by the Medicaid office tomorrow (they're closed on weekends) and they can issue her a temporary card so we can run the insurance. Well she needs the eyedrops -now- because her son has an eye infection.

Seriously.

I gave her options...what the hell is it with Medicaid people that don't take charge of their own healthcare? If she wants it now, she can do what the non-special people do and actually pay for their own meds. It's not my damn fault that she can't get off her ass to go to the Medicaid office. We don't just give away meds for free.

Anyways...she left all huffy.

New pharmacy, new drugseekers

I started my job at the new pharmacy to where I moved at. Same chain, so I pretty much knew how to do everything. I like the people I work with so far, so that's always good. I haven't sold any syringes yet, but everybody and their dog want Sudafed. It's crazy.