As I’m sure I’ve told you all before I work in a pharmacy. For the next two weeks I’m on the phones taking calls about everything your dirty little minds can imagine. Here are some that make me wonder how these people remember to breathe.
Me: Your medication was mailed yesterday afternoon.
Them: What time of day can I expect them to arrive?
Inside my brain: Really?! These come through the US Postal Service. I’m certain that my paychecks don’t have USPS anywhere on them.
Me: Outpatient Pharmacy. This is Vickie. May I help you?
Them: Hi
(silence)
Me: How may I help you today?
(more silence)
Them: Is this the pharmacy?
Me: Outpatient Pharmacy. This is Vickie. May I help you?
Them: Pharmacy?
Me: Yes, may I help you.
Them: This is the pharmacy?
Me: (deep breath) Yes, may I help you?
Them: I need to make an appointment
Me: (deep breath) let me transfer you to the Appointment desk.
Me: Outpatient Pharmacy. This is Vickie. May I help you?
Them: Cindy?
Me: Vickie.
Them: Chi-Chi?
Me: Sure. May I help you?
So saying that my job is interesting isn’t exactly accurate. We hear all about the 8 million different ways meds can go missing or every story under the sun about why we should bend a rule for what I call peepee pills.
We’ve heard it all. And every once in a while we hear a new one and have to laugh.
Hope everyone can find a funny moment even in the worst of storms.
Midwestern Ramblings 