Is there any truth to this rumor?

Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as --Not Pharmacy--, Disgusting, Education, Government, Just a question, Laws, Lazy People, Me hating others, Politics, Stupid People, True Story, Welfare

The following piece of literary magic was forwarded to me from my conspiracy theorist friend. I get emails from him every week — I usually take the first sentence, google it with the word “snopes.com,” and send him back the link to the DEBUNKING of his trite. He never searches snopes first. He never sends my debunking back out to his email listserv….

I still enjoy out little chats — I’m always curious to see what will come out of his mouth next…:-)

Anyway — if you have any knowledge of these issues please post a comment. Debunk it. Post a supporting link if possible. I just cannot accept all of this as fact….

“I live and  work in a state overrun with illegals. They make more money  having kids than we earn working full-time. Today I had a 25-year old with 8 kids – that’s right 8; all illegal anchor babies and she had the nicest nails, cell phone, hand bag, clothing, etc.. She makes about $1,500 monthly for
each; you do the math. I used to say, “We are the dumbest nation on earth.” Now I must say and sadly admit: WE are the dumbest people on earth (that includes ME) for we elected the idiot idealogues who have passed the bills that allow this. Sorry, but we need a revolution.. Vote them all out in 2010.

REMEMBER IN NOVEMBER 2010, WE HAVE A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO CLEAN OUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE AND ONE-THIRD OF THE SENATE!

This is an insult and a kick in the butt to all of us…

Get mad and pass it on, I don’t know how, but maybe some good will come
of this travesty.

If  the immigrant is over 65, they can apply for SSI and Medicaid and get more than a woman on Social Security, who worked from 1944 until 2004 .

She is only getting $791 per month because she was born in 1924 and there’s a ‘catch 22..’

It is interesting that the federal government provides a single refugee with a monthly allowance of $1,890. Each can also obtain an additional $580 in
social assistance, for a total of $2,470 a month.

This compares to  a single pensioner, who after contributing to the growth and  development of America for 40 to 50 years, can only receive a monthly maximum of $1,012 in old age pension
and Guaranteed Income Supplement.

Maybe our pensioners should apply as refugees!

Consider sending this to all your American friends, so we can all be ticked off and maybe get the refugees cut back to $1,012 and the pensioners up to $2,470. Then we can enjoy  some of the money we were forced to submit to the Government over the last 40 or 50 or 60 years.

Testing the waters

Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as --Not Pharmacy--, Education, Just a question, True Story, Video

Following yesterday’s testing the waters with the mention of a pharmacy-based sitcom or show, I wanted to follow up with something funny to hammer home the point. I failed. I don’t have a funny bone in me tonight.

I’ll do what I do best then. I’ll  be angry! Surely, I can pump out some golden rage — especially considering a personal confidant and mentor, The Ole Apothecary, called my words from yesterday, “a Gettysburg Address for the profession.” Yet, I had a pretty good day. It wasn’t hectic. I was working with a well trained staff. Not much went wrong. So I’m not the angriest today…or even angry.

Let’s get real for a minute then. As far as any of you all know, I’m Jim Plagakis playing a grandiose game with everyone’s mind. Of course, that’s absurd. But, I am a young man. I have a nice home, a new car, a dog, a cat, and even..eeeeek…a wife. That’s right — TheAngriestPharmacist is actually a husband. There’s a woman out there that has heard every store you’ve read come out of my lips (plus some), and still decided to marry me and spend the rest of her days with me.

For a long time, she hated the blog. It was a fixation that I created with which to waste my time. As time went forward, it became accepted by her because of my love of doing it (for so many reasons) and the popularity it had gained over the months to years. I also know she loves me because of how she’s dealt with my recent stress caused by the pains of retail pharmacy as well as other drama in my life — unrelated to our marriage mind you. My point is — she is the one.

How can she have the same faith (in me as well as our relationship)? I certainly hope she does. But, merely uttering the words, “I do,” does not love create! If she were to ask it of me, every word of this blog would disappear into nothingness…only to be seen by the great google archives. If she were to ask it of me, I’d uproot our lives and move anywhere in the country — an offer she recently made me bringing about this revelation. She is willing to give up what she has — a job that she loves and is very good at — for my overall happiness. I had to ask myself the same question of her happiness. Arriving at the same answer proves the existence of true love — selfless and pure.

Well, first comes love and marriage….then comes what? That’s right! The incessant questioning of friends, family, coworkers, and random strangers about when you are going to have children. As if asking once per month will inspire offspring. The truth is, we want to have kids…in a long ass time. I don’t want to be an old man when my son wants to throw the football, but I don’t want to be so young that I’ve not had time to enjoy the waning years of my own youth. As it stands right now, I could still be out hitting the clubs and rocking the party scene anywhere I wish. I have no desire to do that as I married up in the first place, but you get my point.

Besides enjoying my youth prior to children, I want to enjoy that youth coupled with the freedom couples have prior to children. If I want to randomly make a trip to the nearest large city for a weekend, I can plan that Friday afternoon. Try doing that with anything under the age of 4 in your house. Not always easy unless Grammy and Pop-Pop are suckers. Additionally, I want to enjoy the freedom coupled with the money to explore the limits of said freedom. I have the money to go to Europe with just my wife — and stand under the Eiffel Tower with her (as cliche as it is, she will dig it!) — I want to enjoy that prior to becoming a parent. I want to explore ancient churches, ruins, and do a little bit of urban exploration (UE) before I get to the point I have to think about getting home before X o’clock or the babysitter gets paid extra. I want some time to enjoy my wife…my life…before moving on to bigger and better things.

[It also could be said that I have a fair amount of growing up to do before I should be procreating. I also need to make sure that I'm somewhere stable -- i.e. in a job I can depend on and won't be hopping around the country.]

The final thing is what I pose to the readers. How irrational is my fear of having children because of my own mortality? I can accept the fact that everyone dies — but not all of us die in due time. The fear driving these thoughts is two sided in my mind. I’m scared that I could die leaving a young man to grow up without a dad. I’m also dually scared that I might find myself a widower. Am I man enough right now to raise a child in today’s society as a single father? Will I ever be? I certainly hope (and think so). It’s not the overcoming of the task that gives me the most fear. I’ve overcome some serious hurdles in my life — my friends reading this knowing the real me can attest to the strength of my character and resolve — but the fact of the matter is that I don’t want to be faced with that option because I know what it would take to get to that end.

Right now, my wife is everything to me. This child has yet to enter my life. What if they are forced to trade places? I feel so horrible that there are men out there (perhaps reading these words) that have lost their wife during what should be the most joyous time of their life — childberth.

So there it is. I know what the future holds, but I’m terrified. I’m terrified to go it alone. I’m terrified my wife may be forced to go it alone. Together? I know we can do it — we’ll be great. Those ifs and buts may drive me nuts.

For now, I’ve resolved to take the, ugh, cliche/cutesy way out. Whenever my wife becomes pregnant (which will be hard as I inject her with DEPO q3mos in her sleep), I’m going to make video recordings. Thinking back on my life, I remember the times when I needed my father, when he was there with positive advice or kind words. While our relationship is far from perfect, I know when I needed a dad — and that’s precisely what I hope to reproduce with nothing more than a tripod and a handful of SD cards. [Quote: "Anyone can be a father. It takes someone special to be a DAD."] Sure, it’ll be awkward…but someday, albeit down the line, it will be appreciated and perhaps help forge a relationship with my son/daughter that otherwise couldn’t / wouldn’t exist.

Don’t tell them about the blog til their 18 though, okay?

Good Rant on Self-Checkouts

Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as --Not Pharmacy--, Blogs I like, Courtesy, GUEST CONTRIBUTOR, Me being a dick, Work Sucks

This was all thought up and written by Kurtis – I loved it and decided to share it with the world:

I know it’s not pharmacy related, but today I waited in line for 10 whole minutes waiting for not 1, not 2, nor 3, but 4 idiots to figure out how to use the self-checkout registers at a grocery store that I work in as a pharmacy tech (soon to be intern). The horrible part is these same idiots come to the pharmacy bothering me about things they know even less about, but are convinced that they are experts on. Thus, I present a new set of rules that I think should take effect immediately to prevent my lunch break from being ruined ever again:

New U-Scan Limitations to be Enacted Immediately:

1.) 15 items or less only. I do not know how many times I’ve seen someone bring a whole cartful of groceries through the U-Scan. It just ticks everybody off; just because there is no line at the U-Scan when you get there does not mean you can check yourself out any faster than if you waited in line and had somebody who knows what they are doing do it for you. Also, when you are done, you’ve created an angry mob in line behind you.

2.) Your IQ must be greater than 80. I think this is pretty generous considering this is one standard deviation lower than the median IQ. The U-Scan machine is a simple device that consists of a holding area for your unpurchased groceries (notice how small it is? seems to indicate a hand basket or less…see rule #1), a laser that scans barcodes, a touch screen that displays all of your options as you check out, an area to pay cash or credit, and a holding areas for your scanned groceries. The trickiest part of all of this is that the second holding area is a scale; it senses changes in weight to let the machine know that what you scan is what you are placing in the bags; this prevents theft. You cannot lean on, place a purse on, or have your snot-nosed kids touch or play with this scale or the whole process must be stopped and continued by a clerk. Do not get angry at the employee who runs the U-Scan if you cannot figure out how to work the darn machine. And remember, when the machine says “Waiting for cashier,” it doesn’t mean its waiting on the employee, its waiting on YOU! Odds are if you break rule #1, you are also breaking rule #2.

3.) You must be less than 65 years old. You grew up with local clerks who ran cashiers. They probably wore aprons and sweeped porches with brooms. Go take a nostalgic trip down memory lane by telling this modern 16 year old kid all about the local shop in your town, and how everyone met there every weekend for rootbeer floats or to find out if it was going to rain because Clem’s leg was swelling up, or to ask a young lady’s father if you could court her. Tell him how much a peppermint stick used to cost in 1879, tell him how you used to stare at the expensive chocolate bars, complain about anything and everything that has changed. Sure, after 10 minutes of this story the cashier may begin to fidget and the other customers may begin to get angry, but hey, you’ve saved us all a train wreck because you didn’t use the U-SCAN! Even if you obey rules #1 and #2, you still will not be efficient at using this complicated technological machinery. Cashiers; to screen for ages, simply ask an elderly looking person for their Medicare card. Their eyes will light up as they think to themselves, “Medicare pays for food!?” as they proudly show you their “Red, white, and blue” card. Kindly inform them that they are over the age limit and direct them to the nearest open register. Tell them it’s a special service for the elderly of the neighborhood, they’ll eat that up.

The Worst Person in the World

Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as --Not Pharmacy--, Celebrities, Disgusting, Government, Laws, Me hating others, Traffic, True Story, Video

Keith Olbermann has a section in each show where he goes through actions of public figures — usually diabolical, evil, or unimaginable to the average, moral, non-felonious American. He calls it “The Worst Person in the World.” Today, I gonna go ahead and take care of it for him.

ROBERT POWELL of the Plano Police Department is the worst person in the world.

“My mother-in-law is dying! Right now! You’re wasting my time!” Moats yelled. “I don’t understand why you can’t understand that.”

The officer got irritated and irrational. He didn’t listen or comprehend.

“Shut your mouth,” the officer said. “You can either settle down and cooperate or I can just take you to jail for running a red light.”

Ryan Moats happens to work for a small company you may have heard of, the Houston Texans — he’s their running back. He was literally making a mad dash to Baylor Regional Medical Center to be with his wife (Tamishia) and her Mother as the elder passed on. He was speeding. He rolled through a stop sign right as he was reaching the hospital — all the while running with his hazard lights flashing. He was accompanied by his wife and another woman his SUV.

As he pulled into the spot, he was greeted by the officer — gun drawn. Powell screamed commands at the others who eventually just left to run into the hospital to be with their family member. “I can screw you over…” Powell said. Moats stayed around for more than 20 minutes as Powell finished the minutia of the complex process known as ticket-writing — while being pleaded with by Moats, a hospital Security Officer, a PLANO PD Officer, and even two nurses (at different times). Did he get any type of hitch in his giddyup?

No. This dickhead racist took his sweet ass time. In that amount of time, Moats mother-in-law died while he was sitting on the curb. He didn’t get to speak to her. He didn’t get to see her. All because some worthless excuse for a human being decided to flex his nuts for a red-light ticket.

Conclusion: The ticket was thrown out. Chief David Kunkle has made an official apology on behalf of the department. Powell was put on administrative leave with pay.

Unfortunately, compassion is merely required of human beings and not necessarily police officers. Therefore, the Internal Investigation which was launched (which is stupid considering the complete video is on Youtube) is somewhat trivial. By the letter of the law, he did nothing wrong.

I’m sure he’ll be dismissed from that department one way or another, but he’ll get a job somewhere. People like Powell crave power, and a position in law enforcement is the only way to feed that hunger. So, after some time, he’ll be harrassing the various minorities in a whole new area code. It’s his way of exerting control in what must be a truly awful life.