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

So, I guess I should

Not too long ago, my pharmacy was short-handed. We needed another part time tech to pick up a few hours here and there, mostly a few nights a week and every other weekend. I posted a sign by the timeclock at my store. I wanted to bring someone in from within the store — that way there would be less training. They would already know a sufficient amount of information about our system.

I had almost no response. Everyone sees the plight of my pharmacy. They know we fill 200 more scripts a day than we should be physically able to. No one wants in on that action. Until, one evening, it was a bit slower and I was approached by a stockman named “Dan.”

Dan didn’t look like an intelligent young man. He looked like some sort of cross between a F.A.S. baby and and idiot savant like Rain Man. He came up to go counter about 5 minutes before I shut ‘er down. I had already removed my white coat for the day. I approached him at the counter and said hello. He said, “So, I saw the sign where you all were hiring or accepting a transfer.” I told him that was correct. “So, I guess I should talk to a pharmacist or something.” I told him that I had all the information that he needed. I explained he needed to fill out this application (I handed him one). He counters with my favorite question, “Are you the pharmacist?” I countered with, “I am a pharmacist.” Then we stared at each other for an exteremely uncomfortable amount of time. Finally he mustered up the courage, “Is you the manager?”

“Well, Dan, I’m not the store manager, but I am sort of in charge of the pharmacy.”

“So, I guess I should talk to the pharmacy district manager.”

“Dan, I’m gonna go ahead and take this from you (as I snatched the application from the counter). I think I’ve made my decision on who I’m going to hire.”

“Who?”

“Bye…”

I couldn’t listen to his idiocy anymore. This guy was a grade A idiot. He sucked at life. I was irritated when I first saw him. I was pissed when he was so concerned about my title. I was enraged when he decided he should go over my head. I wouldn’t have hired him in a million years. He just wanted to get one step closer to the Alprazolam…

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