The *Angriest* Pharmacist You want your prescription filled when? Eat shit…

What’s Eating TheAngriestPharmacist?

I find myself working at a TON of different stores. That is the life I live. Former manager now floating. But as I hinted to, it works for me right now. I can make changes, get days off, and I have absolutely no responsibility beyond that of a fill-in pharmacist. I don't worry about staffing, ordering, advertising, problems....nothing. Hell, I don't worry about tomorrow. It's great! Until my company finds a way to fuck me over with ridiculous consistency...

Last week I was off on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I planned on working a FULL 10-hour day at certain store. I showed up at that store, and just as I was setting up shop, another pharmacist walked in on me. I assumed, of course, that he was the schmuck or that we were double-booked. Wrong. The day before -- my day off, mind you -- these motherfuckers sent out a new schedule at noon. The changed a shift 19 hours prior to its beginning on a schedule that had been set for more than two weeks. How do I know it was set for more than two weeks? Because I had the GAUL to schedule an appointment with the nearby Chevy dealer to have my oil changed, recall maintenance performed on my Suburban, and tires rotated. So, after having dropped my car off at the dealer and walked to the pharmacy, I had to RUN back to the dealer (cause the other dickhead pharmacist refused to give me a ride). Luckily, I caught them before they had anything taken off or apart. My appointment was scheduled two weeks prior -- I checked with them.

So, as I drove my un-maintenanced Suburban to the store I fumed. I was pissed. I'm stilled pissed. I was planning on working a long day. The other guy was planning on being off completely. WHY IN THE FUCK DID *I* HAVE TO MOVE? Why didn't they send him there? I bit my tongue though -- giving the benefit of the doubt to what I now know is a heartless corporation of uncaring, thoughtless jerks.

Flash forward to today. I'm on day three of a four-day weekend (Saturday to Tuesday). My phone rings, and it's the P.I.C. from the store furthest from my house -- almost an hour and a half away. She is calling to confirm me for my shift for tomorrow (Tuesday) evening. For the second week in a row, they have found a way to fuck me over without losing a wink of sleep. Did they move my day off later in the week? Well hell no. I work until next Tuesday...straight...through the weekend...

I bite my tongue no longer. I called the person in charge of scheduling today...furious. The conversation last less than a minute and reminded me how much I hate everyone that is not me. It is a lost art to have a furious man end a phone call with you feeling like he bothered you by calling and owes you an apology. That hoe-bag. That cunt-stick. That sperm burping whore.

After explaining what happened two weeks in a row, I asked why the schedule was changed so often. It, of course, was not her doing. That's right. The person in charge of setting the schedule for all 50 something stores in the area was, apparently, telling me that some mystical person was sneaking in to her office overnight, changing the schedule to fuck me (and only me) over, logging in to her email account (still overnight mind you), and sending it out to everyone at NOON the next day.

As a follow up to that, I expected her to blame our district manager -- who is like every DM in the country -- a nice guy to your face, a douchebag in general, and a backstabber at every turn. She must really be paid well for such allegiance. Her response was unexpected. She didn't say a gosh darn thing. Silence. I did the same. It was silent so long that it became uncomfortable. Finally, after I'd bet 25 seconds I said, "Hello?" Silence. "Hello?" Silence. I became pissed. More pissed than I was when I initially called to bitch...Then I did something stupid.

"Oh no this dumb bitch did NOT just hang up on me."

"I'm here...................My phone crackled.....and there was silence"

I went on to ask to be placed at a store permanently so that I could avoid either what is childish bullshit or complete ineptitude. We'll see what ends up happening...I'll of course keep you updated of the outcome of the situation.