- Patients with large quantities of meds should not be allowed to transfer pharmacies. The night was busy enough, what with the day staff not pushing ahead and being dragged down with trainees. A couple decided to transfer their meds to us. Between the two of them they had *twenty-seven* prescriptions, and they wanted to pick them up the next day. Fuck. I didn't even get a chance to touch the transfer reports until 9pm, and didn't finish and get out of work till 11pm, an hour after closing.
- To the gal who dropped off the ER script from 4 days ago. If it was such an emergency, why wait *four days* to fill the prescription? The script says 'void after 72 hours,' and asking me to call the ER and get the OK is not going to change that. Tough luck, try again.
- Almost considered switching to hospital. It can't be *nearly* this bad, right? Fleeting thought, however; a night of sleep took most of the residual anger away.
- Notice it wasn't a *good* night's sleep. Bad days at work always bite me in the ass. Dreamed I was working a 9-9 shift, and didn't realize the time till it was 9:30, tried to close down shop and got slammed by a horde of people with questions. Luckily, I woke up before it got too ugly, but sadly spoiled my hopes of sleeping in on a day off.
Three days into my set store. Thoughts so far: meh, hoping the bad vibes are due to the hassle of new year. If it's not though, the float pool will be calling my name...
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