The pharmacy was closed for Easter Sunday so, as expected, Monday was a bugger. The woman who opened is too slow and doesn’t want to work. She didn’t finish up all the tasks she’s supposed to before we opened - meaning we were behind all day. No one likes long wait times. People like long wait times followed by your prescription still not being done even less. That’s what was happening since troubleshoot wasn’t worked. If there was an issue with a prescription, it went in line behind all the other issues that hadn’t been taken care of. =/
We were short handed since we have someone on vacation, but then the noon person called in running an hour late. Lunches were late, cigarette breaks were missed, people were grouchy, customers were loud, and I was mentally creating a resume for the next job.
Then my sister called to inform me that our dad had another heart attack. This one makes number six or seven. I can’t remember. She said he was stable, but told her he was going to refuse any further treatment or surgeries.
Back to work and we had a code black - weather warning. A tornado had touched down not far from our store. Everyone had to go to the back of the store. We stayed there for about fourty-five minutes. When we got back, people expected their prescriptions to have magically been done by the W-M elves I guess. I kept repeating to them, “We were all in the back of the store for the weather warning. I know we told you fourty-five minutes, but there was noone here to work on your prescription. Give us a few minutes and we’ll get it out for you.” Luckily, it was finally time for me to home fifteen minutes after we got back.
On the way home, my check battery light came on along with the check engine light. Then, I called my dad and talked to him. He tried to guilt me about not seeing him, but I turned it back on him complaining that he didn’t call to tell me what was going on even though he called both boys. It at least shut him up so I wasn’t getting the, “Don’t worry about me. I just want to die.” surmon.
I called TBF and whined to him about the day. He said, “Well, I’m making chicken fried steak for dinner….” =) He did, along with home made mashed potatos and gravy….and it was very good. Afterwards, he watched movies with me and didn’t even make fun of me when I cried during Easy A (which I liked btw - and it wasn’t sad for those of you wondering. I was just an emotional wreck by the end of the day.)
All in all, it turned out well for a bad day….but I still don’t want to do it again.
Comment by Mycroft — October 27, 2011 @ 6:49 pm
Congrats on the school, sounds like you’re off to a good start! Good luck!