Other drivers are ridiculous
Everyone going faster than me is an asshole. Everyone going slower than me is an idiot.
Boy did those words ring true this past weekend. I took a long trip. I should have flown, but I drove. I hate airports. I hate flying. Flying would have only saved my 4 hours, and it would have cost me an arm and a leg. Anyway, I saw nothing but assholes and idiots the whole trip. It’s like the fucking speed limits don’t even exist to some people. Sure, I do about 75 in a 70. I just wanna bend the law and prove that I’m not an old fart, yet. BUT THESE ASSHOLES WERE DOING 90! 90 miles per hour? Are you shitting me? These guys came up on my ass like I was doing 25 in a school zone. It’s ridiculous. Slow down! Your insane ass is going to get my ass killed.
Then, I come upon grandma or grandpa doing 50 in a 70. He has no reason to do 50 other than his gout is flared up. I can’t tell what’s more dangerous, me coming up on the old fucker doing 75 to his 50 or the asshole coming up to me doing 90 to my 75. Regardless, I don’t want to find out. I just want them all off the road. Then, I can do as I please.
And people, don’t fucking pass on the right…If you do, I’m going to be a prick, speed up, and block you in for a very long time. I see you. I saw how fast you came up on me. I’m going to get over in due time. Believe me, you aren’t going to get there any sooner whipping around me…I’ll see to it, asshole.
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Combat Methamphetamine Enforcement Act – Sudafed Laws…WTF?
Well, it’s been over a year, and the CMEA is in full effect. Personally, I think this Act is a complete load of pie-in-the-sky bullshit. It is completely ineffective and not even close to achieving its intention. All it has done is turned me into a cashier/law enforcer. It’s a royal pain in the ass.
Here’s a basic outline of the law: 1) A person can buy a maximum of 3.6 grams of Pseudoephedrine in one day. 2) A person can buy a maximum 9 grams of Pseudoephedrine in a 30-day period (not a calendar month - 30 consecutive days). 3) State-issued photo identification required to verify age > 18 yrs. All applicable information logged (name, address, DOB, DL#, etc.) 4) The person must sign a form indicating they are aware that all of this information is logged and law enforcement can request access to it. 5) The purchase must be rang out by a person with a valid pharmacy license (Tech, Pharmacist and finally intern - they miswrote the law at first and Interns couldn’t sell it).
Sounds good eh? Not really. People get pissed. They feel that their privacy is violated when I ask for their license. Of course, I don’t give a shit. I abide by the law…point blank. Every chain and independent pharmacy has a different way of logging this information. We use a huge 3 ring binder. Each person gets their own sheet, and we keep them alphabetized. Walgreens does the same. Walmart has the feature tied in with their computer system and you sign the credit card pad for it. As far as I know, Walmart is the only company that has computerized the process.
Does anyone else see the loophole here? What’s to stop a person from buying 3.6 grams from Walgreens, 3.6 grams from Walmart, and 3.6 grams from every independent within a 100 mile radius? Not a god damn thing.
Well, until the government gets its head out of its ass and asks someone who knows first hand, the problem isn’t going away. My suggestion? Make Pseudoephedrine require a prescription. I guarantee that going to the doctor’s office and paying a copayment isn’t worth another batch of meth. Maybe it is; I don’t know. But, I guarantee it will be much more of a pain in the ass, and it will be easier to regulate. It will be possible for chains with the technology to see if it has been recently filled at neighboring stores. It’s easier for the DEA to see who’s filling oodles of this shit, and where it is going. It worked for codeine.
Until then…stick around…I have to go work the fucking register…
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Are you kidding me?
Today was a regular day at the grind. I type, count, fill, check, answer, count, count, check, answer, et cetera in various scripts all day long. I read other pharmacist’s blogs, and I realize I am pretty lucky. I get 30 minutes for lunch. I don’t have to sneak to the back and swallow a sandwich when I find 4 minutes in between faxes. I close the shutters, lock the door, and eat whatever I want. Hell, I can even leave and go get something if I choose. Some days, shit runs over and my 30 minutes turns into 20 because I’m ringing out or finishing up some other detail. Today was one of those days.
At 1:29:30pm a lady runs up and hands me a script. Not just a normal script, but a script that’s actually a bunch of little bitty ones written in handy-dandy grids. 6 in all. Wow. “I’m sorry ma’am but I’m leaving for lunch. This is gonna have to wait until 2pm when I get back.†Her response was classic, “Are you serious? I’m here before you close. Can’t you do it really quickly?†I’m fucking starving at this point. “You have 6 prescriptions on here. It’s going to take me at least 20 or 30 minutes to do these. I have to get something to eat. I’m here by myself today.†I had a tech, but she was already out the door for lunch. Lucky bitch. “I don’t think it’s fair of me to have to wait for more than an hour then…if you are leaving.†WHAT? FUCK THIS! â€Ma’am, I’ve been here since 8am. It’s now 1:30. I’m going to leave for 30 minutes for lunch. Then I’m coming back for 6 more hours. Did you get to eat lunch yet? I haven’t.†Sympathy always gets em! “Well, can you tell me the cost then before you leave and I’ll come back tonite?†Sure thing! Taco Bell here I come!
Here’s where the shit gets twisted though. I look at this script and the god damn thing is photocopied. It’s a COPY! It’s for normal stuff. No controls. Just Lisinopril, Lovastatin, HCTZ, SL NTG, ASA, and something else. Why the fuck did this bitch steal 5 minutes of my lunch for a photocopy?
“Ma’am. It appears there’s a problem. This looks like a photocopy to me. I’m going to have to call the doctor’s office and verify the information on the prescription.â€
“Are you serious? He gave it to me…ugh…just give it here. I’ll just take it to Walgreens. They’ll fill it…â€
Okay. Here you go…Best of luck…See you at Taco Bell…
Which brings me to my next point…why the threat? Do you think I give two shits if you take your script to a Walgreens down the street? Hell no. I fill 50 or 500 scripts a day I get paid the same salary. No food off my table.
The real question is: Do you want to wait 15 minutes here or 90 minutes at Walgreens?
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Wal-Phed? Nope – don't carry it
Okay, the main rule about this blog is that the reader never knows who I am. I want this thing to be read, enjoyed, shared, and complete anonymous. I won’t tell you where I work. I hope even the state I live in stays secret, but I will tell you that I do not work for Walgreens. I was an intern there and hated it. I have buddies that work there that love it, but I like my slower, calmer pharmacy environment much better.
Unless you were born on Mars or are illiterate, you know that Walgreens slaps their prefix on every product in the store. It’s quite irritating. Wal-Phed. Wal-Tussin. Wal-Cortisone. Wal-Pregnancy Test. Hell, they may have Wal-Emergency Contraceptive as far as I know.
So, when someone walks to my counter and inquires about Wal- I shrug my shoulders in disgust and want to say, “Sorry, we don’t carry that here,†and send them on there merry way. Instead, I do the polite thing and tell them, “Well, that’s a Walgreens’ store brand, but we do carry our generic equivalent.â€
Either way, a little piece of me dies inside when people don’t realize that they are being brainwashed by the marketing geniuses at Walgreens. It works. I must give them their proverbial props. On the other hand, a piece of me dies inside when the person looks me right in the eye and says, “Ohh, well that’s the only thing that works. I guess I’ll go there…â€
Perhaps “Children of Men†wasn’t such a bad premise. Let’s de-fertilize the world and rinse the idiots off the planet.
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