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Just the first of many, i can FEEL IT!!!!
As if my day could get any more....stressful. I'll just hit the highlights and shorten it down some so it doesn't take forever....
Poor Rob, he answers the phone today and it starts out normally enough for a pharmacy phone call. He answers a few questions, tries to solve a problem, then this sort of lost and helpless look crosses his face. He turns to me, obviously annoyed.
"Hey, can you take a crack at this one?" he hands me the phone.
"Sure!" i said happily, finishing out the refill i was doing,and taking a quick look at the profile he had pulled up.
"Hi, thanks for holding, can i help you?" i said just about at brightly as i can.
"Hello?" and elderly voice squawked. Now don't get all up in arms at me- but that should have been my first warning sign right there. But no, i was determined to show off my "mad clerk skillz"
"Hello, can i help you?"
"I need my pain medicine. My nurse says he called it in this morning."
"Oookay, what's the name?"
"Name? Name of what?"
"The medication name ma'am."
"Well i can't say it!"
"Alright, can you spell it for me, or give me the RX number?"
"No, i threw the bottle away when he called it in. It's suppose to be ready!"
"Er, no ma'am. The only thin we have ready for you is your @#$%^&^%$."
"But i NEED my pain pills."
AT this point, i paused, reevaluating. Something didn't feel right.
"Okay, give me just a sec to get your profile pulled up..."
I put her on hold and got to typing. i went down the list looking for anything for pain, i found two. I picked the phone back up, a bit confused.
"Ma'am? I found two, you sure you don't know the name?"
"Two? I only take one!" she was sliding off into the upset category now. And i had my first warning bell. She didn't know her own medication.
"I understand, but i need the RX# or the name. Can you at least tell me the first letter of the one you need?"
"NO! It should be ready!"
"I'm sorry ma'am but all i have is you blood pressure medication.
"So where are my pain meds?"
I take another good long look at the profile and noticed something.
"That's what i'm trying to figure out ma'am. But you just got both of these filled at the end of last month."
"So it's called in?"
"I'm sorry? No ma'am. It's too early for either of them."
"But you said there was one ready."
"Yes, for you blood pressure."
"He said my medicine was ready!"
"We don't have anything filled for pain right now. And ma'am i don't know what medication you're looking for-"
"It's for the @#$%$% pills!" she yells at me. At last! A name, and a quick search find the generic.
"Oh! So you're wanting the %$#@$^. Okay, you got that filled on the 30th of last month, we can't fill it till then this month."
"But he said-"
"Ma'am, we do have your &^%$## ready for your blood pressure, but it's still too early for anything else."
"Oh." and then she just hung up.
I stared at the phone bewildered.
How can you take something for so long, and not know the name of it, or when it was last filled? Especially if it's something you NEED?
How can someone become not only so irresponsible, but then argumentative when someone confronts you about it?
Now the reading of this has taken what, three four min?
I was on the phone with that woman for fifteen min repeating the same pieces of that conversation, over and over. Only to have her HANG UP ON ME.
Now i'll admit that i got alittle sharp with her at the end, but she didn't even so much as thank me for trying, or apologize for being so...belligerent!
AT what age is it suddenly OKAY to disregard all of the manners that are drilled into us during our lifetime? Because i don't think i want to get there. Not if it means i'll be anything like that!
BAH!
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So yeah, for the one person that'll actually read this(Ash) Guess what! Three days left of my vacation, and what happens on friday?? I pop in to Kroger to grab my check and schedual, all's groovy. Quick stop at Sablatura's to have dad put coolent in my car. something's up, but it's not too bad Da didn't say anything. Pick up tony, something sounds wrong, but i'm thinking i just need oil in my car, and hey no biggie, i'm getting my oil changed today anyway! Go to movies, still gravy. Get out of movie and in car; start car. Omg that sounds so bad! On our way to Jiffy Lube, oil change is in the very near....wait, what the hell??? My car DIES at a stop sign in the mall parking lot! Just dies, the engine is gone, the rest of the car, however, is still convinced that the car is on. Huh? So Mathew and tony hop out, i throw it in neutral and they push it out of the freaking intersection and into a parking place. They say it's the battery, i'm inclined to agree, but why would the lights and everything still be working? the radio is on, the lights still work, and it tries to turn over... what??? so i call my dad, that's the only thing i can think to do. Nobody can figure this out, then dad gets there, he repeats the earlier diagnosis. Battery. okay i can accept that i guess. How much is that going to run me? 87 bucks later my car has a new battery. Oh! and did i mention that we're now in the jiffy lube parking lot? and none of them know a damn thing about anything other than changing oil. well fuck! so we put the battery in, the car turns over. Huzah!!! But...wait.... WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE!?!?!?!?!?!!? "Oh, your car just needs oil, that's all, it'll stop once they're done." My father assures me. They finish the oil change. i start my car...quieter...okay, maybe he was right. i push the gas, and the most ominus ticking/rattling i've ever heard starts up. now it only makes this horrific noise when i accelerate. Cheers mates, i've thrown a rod in my engine. Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkk!!!! so there's a grand at the very LEAST to get that fixed. i soooooo don't have that kind of money. shit. Rest in Peace Xander i knew you well. Tags: angry, awful, bad, broke, cars, sad, worse
Current Location: couch
Current Mood: Broken
Current Music: Katy Perry
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Eck, shoot me, so i thought i had food poisoning two days before christmas; turns out i've got some kind of stomach bug. three days of not being able to keep anything down, i made myself so miserable on christmas eve at my family's party. But i did get a great sweater from Gran and yet another giftcard... Christmas morning was rung in by my father's fire pager going off: House fire in angleton needing mutual aid from all available dpts. i didn't see him again until noon. the house was lost, along with both vehicles. Kinda makes you greatful for everything you have doesn't it. So Da and i had our christmas and it was quiet and nice. Two books completing my series that i've been working on Blanket plush Pjs Godiva chocolate set thingy i nice haul i think. dad grinned like a mad man when he opened the firefighter's book that i got him. Oh and he loved Rush Hour 3. so yay! I drifted in and out of conciousness all day while we watched the Startgate marathon. Da kept the fluids going and yes that includes all kinds of anti "bug" meds. so bleh. The Katy feels all kinds of foggy today. The boyfriend called and wanted me to drive out to his grans' to spend some time with them. but i was deffinately not in any shape to go much of anywhere. he understood thank goodness. can you imagine the argument on christmas. oi... It rained this morning, so it's nice and cool, and i still have to go to work at 2:15 huzzah. so while i sit here typing and watching the MythBuster's marathon i've decided that stomach bug aside, it's been a good christmas! So happy New Year everyone! Tags: christmas
Current Location: home
Current Mood: bleh
Current Music: Rush hour 3 soundtrack
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So, i woke thursday morning to the phones ringing. both of them, my cell and the house phone. I rolled over and glanced that the clock- 8am. i was usually up before this, but i needed sleep. or at least that's what i told myself. i picked them both up and hung up on whom ever was calling. They called back almost imediately. twice more the nameless caller and i played this game. I surrendered first, i answered my house phone and my grandmother's tearful voice filled my ear. My favorite uncle had died two hours ago. i was cold, i knew i was in shock- memories of my mother's death flashed through my mind rendering my incapable of anything. i hung up and just stared at the phone. I knew that i needed to something but whatever it was illuded me. my cell rang again, and i answered it- My cousin Christine, with the same news. She told me to call in and get the Grams' house. i showered and it hit me somewhere between conditioner and face-wash. my uncle was dead, no more late nights bullshiting and playing poker. no more film noir marathons. No more uncle cookie monster. i broke, i don't know how long i was curled in the bath tub sobbing. but the water had long since gone cold, and i couldn't get the flashes of my mothers funeral out of my mind. i missed her so much, and then losing the uncle that was so much like her. the one that knew the same Mum that i did. it hurt- it still aches but today i'm numb. i got out of the shower and picked up the phone again. Dialing Kroger's number from memory. i don't remember who answered, all i really remember is telling Miller the news and that i wasn't coming in. Christine showed up ten min after i dressed and we made the short drive to Grams. and there we were. the first hour was quiet, hushed voices on phones, splitting up the great calling list all of us doing our part to ease the burden on Grams. once the calls where done, it was quiet agian. I walked into my uncle's room and just looked around. Event hit at random. Sitting on his bed while he taught me to play texas holdem, talking to him about everything from religion to cartoons. i glances at the silver band on my left hand. My birthday gift from Tony. But it had been uncle john that had helped him get it. my defences broke and the tears found me again. i sat and let the greif run thorugh me, no sence in fighting it as i had with my mother. all that does is make for a break down later. i looked up again and my gaze landed John's favorite game. Yahtzee, or however it's spelled. i walked out of the room and proposed a game in his honor. i didn't expect to get the reaction that i got. Everyone was in. we played for hours. breaking for food and to greet friends as they came to give thier condolences. we started to drift away at about 6:45 Jeffery and i leaving for our homes together sat in a silence that didn't need words. i finally got ahold of Tony and he Erik and i went to a movie. The less i had to think about this reality the better. i cried myself to sleep when i got home, and woke to a nightmare i couldn't remember this morning. Some weekend this is shaping up to be huh? Tags: mourning
Current Location: home, but alone
Current Mood:  numb
Current Music: Within Temptation
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Yeah, it's certainly been an eventful...what 27 min? Yeah so here’s what's prompted this mood. We go and see the 10:00 showing of August Rush, an amazing movie. And we being Tony Melissa and myself. Melissa gets pissed because she doesn't want to share me. Tony is pissed because according to him all Melissa does is bag on me, and where am i in this little drama? Stuck in the middle doing my damndest to ignore them both and watch this amazing movie. i manage. so the movie ends and we're all walking out. i stopped to say something to melissa, and ended up accidentally popping her in the mouth with the drink that she was about to take a sip of. Oops, i apologized and what do i get? Kicked in the shin that's what. Now normally i'm passive enough to just take the abuse and just get over it, but not tonight. She kicked me, I slapped her. For me and melissa it was over and done with. surprisingly i'd gotten the last word in. (BTW i have a bruise to show for her tender show of affection *drips sarcasm*) well anyway, apparently not to be one to let his girlfriend fight her own battles, or hell if i know why he did it, Tony (as we're walking out again) tosses a random drink over his shoulder or down or something, i'm not entirely sure what happened; but all i really know is that i think it did hit, or nearly hit melissa. well in any case, we're leaving the showing room and i'm left to break the ice again; luckily some chick screams and glomps a friend of hers not three feet from my right ear. i looked at them both and asked if i sounded like that. "Worse" is what they both said. So a little laugh at my expense, no big but at least we're all friendly again. or that's what i thought. Now, we're outside, headed to the car and: Tony, whom had come straight from work to join us, says "Man i'm glad i saw y'all, otherwise i would have had to walk home in this mess." did i mention that it's raining the sky is caving in? No? well it is. or rather was, it's not raining at this point, it's just windy and cold. To this, Melissa pops up with "And who said i was taking you home?" Tony being his charming self lashes back with a resounding "Well fuck you then" and starts to bloody walk home. Melissa was kidding, i was rather sure of it and i guess she thought he knew. He didn't. he was actually walking home, granted he live just two blocks away, but it's windy and cold and you'll forgive me if i'm just not that heartless. i call his name, he doesn't stop, i ask him to stop, he doesn't. i think my next one might have pissed him off a little but he's an admitted asshole so why would it make him angry if i called him as such. Whatever right? anyway, point of this one is, the bastard made me run, while i'm on my period to catch up with him. Now he's all grumble-y and "All she does is bag on you and hit us, i'm just not in the mood for her shit tonight." i think i said the right 'girlfriend' things and talked him into getting into the damn car. from there we drove, all bitching about our days all the short way to his apt, and there we left him. I was dropped off and melissa is on her way home now i assume. Need i say that it's been an interesting 30 min? bah, if the rest of thanks giving is going to be like this, then count me out. i'll hide under a rock for the next 26 hours thank you. Tags: crap
Current Mood:  annoyed
Current Music: Static X
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i think i just had the worst day ever. So i get called last night at like 10:30, so of course i'm automatically in 'oh no, what's wrong?' mode, i answer and it's one of my freaking floor managers. "Hello? Kathryn? May i speak with Kathryn please?" I groaned on the inside- "Speaking, what's up?" "Oh! Laura just called in sick for her shift in the morning, i was wondering, would you take the 6-2?" i perked up a bit, sure it meant an earier morning, but what the hell? I'd be out of there by 2 and have the rest of the day to myself! "Yeah, i'd be glad to!" Thus began, the worst day of my fucking life! UHG so i wake up after only....hmmm four hours of sleep, and realize, not only do i have a splitting sinus headache (that still hasn't gone away mind you) but i have to be at work in 45min. oh joy. My morning was a mad dash through the shower, to the drier to get my clothes, and then back to my room to throw them on and hopefully still have time to eat something. (Side note, 48hours(about to be 72)+ no food= bad) i didn't. So grab big mug, fill it with three packets of hot chocolate mix, a bit of milk and then drown it in coffee. the theory was make it till noon, should be fine by then. NOT I get to work only to realize, not only do i need an overide, but! that i'm on uscan, and there for kinda incharge of all my ppls that came in after me. Don't ask me why, i don't know why it works that way, but i'm always who ppl come to on the early shifts like that. So i went looking for the clipboard thingie wanting to know who was coming in and how to stagger breaks so we wouldn't be left high and dry. i searched for the damn thing from 6 until 7:15 only then did i think to ask the cashier working if she had seen it. loe and behold, not only had she seen it, she had the freaking thing at her register! "I just wanted to know who i was working with today, i didn't want to get one of the slow baggers..." Lady, in the mornings, we only have ONE bagger! You've worked there how long???? surely you know this! GAH so i finally get the clipboard. bleh, one by one my front end ppl float in. so this goes partially smoothly with the unspoken agreement of "Stay out of my way and i'll stay out of yours" between us. At least, that was until the 9:30 "RUSH" hit. she had three ppl in line! One she was checking out, another placing items on the belt, and another waiting....THAT WAS IT! She wails my name like she's dying, i look over and she's talking like she's frantic. "Who's on the rush list??? We need another checker!!" she's in a full on panic over three ppl. i wanted to walk out right there, the morning already sucked, please please tell me i didn't really have to put up with this! i walked over to the third customer, and smile as charmingly as i didn't feel and asked her if i could help her out on uscan. she agreed laughing at the cashier's hysterics over nothing. that was just a taste of my day. She over-rode every decision that i made all morning, and was just generally unpleasant! i was talking to the only bagger so far about how my shift got switched around, the phone call and such, and MISS CASHIER buts in with news that her daughter was in an accident last night. the woman was boasting about her DAUGHTER being in a wreck at midnight thirty. can you believe that?? that's not something you brag about! it was like she was trying to one up me! lady i'm not even competing with you! you win hands down on that one! geez, and why are you here and not there with your daughter????? i know this seems like nothing to you, but throw that ontop of stupid ppl not listening to directions all freaking day and see if you're not a basket case by the end of the day. i kid you not folks, this had me in tears not two and a half hours ago. it sucked! still does actually. and if this headache isn't gone by morning i'm not going in, i can't handle another day like today...i'll quit and walk out right there. i'm not stable enough for this bullshit. oh OH and here's one more thing! i think i might have gotten written up today, for of all things, dancing the tango with another cashier. we were just having fun! nobody up front had any customers, it was dead. dead. dead. dead. so yeah, what's a "write up" about? seriously, is that anything like in highschool? what are they going to do? fire me? give me a stern talking to? i'm not being flip, i seriously want to know! oh well, life goes on right? i mean it's not like i can't find another job. it wont be fun, but i'll manage, i always do. le sigh. okay i'm done ranting... Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: death metal mix
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Why is it, the fact that i'm a writer automaticly turns me to some eccentric odd-ball in ppls eyes when they find out. i mean really why is that?? Granted, yes i am, but still i tell them that i write, and have been published..blah blah blah and i plan to be again, and suddenly they're looking at me like i'm the slow kid in class. They start talking slower, and they treat me like i'm less of a person. People, i'm a writer! That means i'm a dreamer, and probly creative than you will ever be, i'm not an idot! GAH! Even my familly treats me like this, i'm the joke at all the gatherings. "So Kate, have you made your first million yet?" "Oh John, leave the girl be, she'll get this writer thing out of her system soon enough! What...Have....You.....WRITEN....Lately? " yeah, that's my life. and if i were a weaker person i'd have given up already. ANd has anyone else ever gotten a just plain MEAN review? Not constructive, just mean. i got the meanest one yet this morning, "Your writing is trash, your subject matter is mindblowingly stupid, and your characters are so flat and cliche that it was physical pain to read this. Give it up and go home, you'll never make it." yeah, that was waiting for me this morning at 8am. not a suggestion in there, just flat "You suck" stuff, but you know what? I thank god everyday for making me into the person that i am today. Spiteful, and hard headed. Fine, it's physical pain to read it, well good! Then get the ER ready mate, because here comes the motherload!! That's write, you subscribed to me, and decided to tear appart everything i've ever posted, that's cool, really it is. Because here comes the erotica! Oh yeah i'm evil. But hey, like i said the big guy made me that way. Current Location: the floor
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: System of a Down
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