Feb
OCD makes no fucking sense…
Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as Disgusting, Stupid People, True Story
I went into the facilities tonight to make a liquid deposit. As I entered, I saw a guy washing his hands. He was completely giving them hell. He had a huge amount of lather built up, and I could hear him scrubbing the shit out of them. I assumed he was headed into surgery As I was finishing up, he had rinsed them off and began drying them — he used about 15 paper towels drying them off. I came over and washed my hands, and he had stepped back and finished wasting all our paper towels. I guess his hands were sufficiently clean. Note: I checked his hands out. They were BRIGHT RED. It looked like he had gloves on, and the contrast between his pale skin and red gloves just looked awkward. He’d obviously been scrubbing his hands for a long as time. Maybe he got poop in them.
I stepped over and started drying my hands. I was kind of waiting for him to leave. What did he do? What do you think he did? Leave right? Wash them again? Not even close.
This motherfucker grabbed another paper towel, blew his nose, threw it in the trash, then left the bathroom.
He totally defeated the purpose of washing his hands for ten minutes. He totally negated his hard work and effort. He completely forgot his affliction for germs and aversion to spreading disease to the rest of the public.
Sometimes people just make no sense whatsoever.
“Blow your nose? You can’t really blow your nose. Think of it—BLOWING YOUR OWN NOSE? Well, you might blow someone else’s nose, but they better be someone close.” —George Carlin
Well all corpo pharmacy blows. Anyone knows that, but let’s be honest. The public has exactly the pharmacy they’ve demanded, and so, they have exactly the pharmacy they deserve. Now much like the Wildebeast that wanders too close to the Nile and gets picked off by the Croc, the the pharmacy patient that suffers a significant detriment in the pharmacy points the fingure at the supposed culprate: the over-worked pharmacist. Sadly, they should point the finger at themselves. They got what they asked for and what they deserve. Let’s examine reality:
The public wants there RX’s cheap; therefore, the 3rd party payer has to have attractive copay packages to provide the DA public (I’ll let you decide what DA stands for) with as low a copay as possible for what the company is paying them. Therefore, the 3rd party payer cuts reimbursement, and thus, profits to the pharmacy. With profits to the pharmacy cut, the company still has to deliver to the stock holder so guess what: the lights still have to be on, the medicine still has to be on the shelf, but guess what corpo pharmacy can still cut the staff to save money. Therefore, more RX’s are filled with less staff. But………the pharmacy customer still wants more. He/she wants you to call their doctor when they have no refills: Reimbursement = $0.00 because the customer doesn’t want to pay for this. He/she wants you to call their insurance when a prior authorization is needed: Reimbursement = $0.00 because the customer doesn’t want to pay for this. He/she wants you to call their insurance and clarify their benefits/copay: Reimbursement = $0.00 because why? you got it, the customer doesn’t want to pay for this. And since the DA customer won’t pay, guess how much pharmacy staff the average pharmacist gets to handle these requests. That’s right…zero. Couple this reality with $30.00 transfer coupons, $4.00 RX’s, free antibiotics, and price matching all because the customer wants it and the corporation has to revert to such prostitution to keep customers, and guess what. Gee whiz Beev, there’s no money to hire more staff to deal with all the insurance questions, transfers for greed, and refill requests, so we’ll just have to assign all these duties to our existing staff and hope somehow they can keep up. We’ll just blind fold ourselves and pretend it just isn’t happening. That’s reality folks. The public wants it now, they want it dirt cheap or free, and they want a boat load of sevice with it, but they don’t want to pay for any of that sevice. Well then, when one of You Joe or Janet public take a dirt nap based on your RX’s, don’t come crying to us or USA today. Just remember it was dispensed from the pharmacy you were willing to pay for. The U.S. public drives pharmacy just like it drives the rest of the business in the private sector. When I was in it, I made about 2 mistakes a year. That is 2 mistakes in 26,000 RX’s or 0.007%. That means for every 100,000 RX’s I make seven mistakes. Way better than the bitch ass public does at their jobs, and under a lot more stress than them. So if you’re one of the seven. Too damn bad. You asked for it when you asked: how long?, can you hurry it?, what is my copany? call my insurance company. Oh no refills, just call my Dr. You got the pharmacy you deserve, and it’s damn good all things considered.
You mean I can get free clerical assistance too? I really AM crazy for not knowing that! When I need refills, I go through all these ritualistic methods to make sure my refills are requested at least a week before I need them, and verify w/ my dr myself??? I’m stupid too. I didn’t know the licensed person that went to school to avoid all of that repetitive, menial BS, because some brains really are a beautiful thing to waste, couldn’t just push back and say “that’s not my job” like the snotrag at the GAP says when somebody asks her to help fold sweaters? Dang. I wouldn’t make a good pharmicist. I don’t even work at the GAP. This didn’t happen to me, I just overheard it as a shopper. Guess what else? I call in my narcs only after I actually use up what I have, for myself only, as opposed to selling off for a drug I like better. I need one of those about every 2-4 months, the other maybe 1 1/2 times a year. I know the rules too, and always let whoever answers know that I’m not in a hurry. End of next week is fine. I know why my pain specialist and his entire staff like me, and have never random tested me. I always pass on the fly anyway, any time, and never lose my pills down the sink, they’re never “stolen”, or left on the bus. I don’t ride the bus. It’s a phobia. I hate bus people.
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