Published by admin on 26 Sep 2011
Side Effects may Include Threatening to Boycott a Huge Pharmacy that doesn’t Give a Rat’s Ass about Your Business
Have I mentioned before that I have to take medication for a slightly elevated thyroid level that may or may not be related to my issue to conceive? Well, I do and now I have. Mentioned it that is.
This morning I had to pick up my medication from CVS, the pharmacy that I hate because I always (no matter if I’ve called 3 days in advance or 2 hours, or my doctor called, or it’s for something important) wait. I wait while the chatty pharmacists chat it up with old people and don’t fill my prescription. I wait while the pharmacist looks things up on the computer (her e-mail? the codes to get the good medicine out?). I wait while the assistant tries to remember the spelling of my last name. My last name is 6 letters long.
So today, when I was forced to wait for a prescription that should have been ready yesterday, I hissed under my breath at the pharmacy assistant, “You people need to get your fucking act together.” And then watched as they yukked it up behind the counter talking about their maternity leave and how much weight they lost.
Finally, after 10 minutes had passed, I stormed back up to the counter and went a little Shirley MacClaine on the poor woman. Except instead of my daughter needed medication, it was me. It… was embarrassing.
By the time I got to my car I was shaking and in tears. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m prone to rage against bad customer service, but cry about it? And shaking? This is not me. I generally get mad, tell them to shape up, roll my eyes at their lame apologies and go about my day.
I’m guessing it was the hormones talking?
Please tell me it was the hormones talking. Or maybe the lack of sleep? Or could it be that I’ve marked a week away from home in a house that is kind of like something out of Sunset Blvd. without monkey butlers but with poodles.
You guys, I never thought I’d say this, but I am SO looking forward to acupuncture this week.