I hate this pharmacist. I’d rather work with a post-vacation StressedRPh then this guy. Questions we’ve had to answer already:
- Where’s the bathroom? (he’s worked here several times before)
- You only have one safe? (We have two, but again, HE’S WORKED HERE BEFORE)
- Why are you so organised? (Why is that even a fucking question?)
I can’t wait until 5pm. Last night, StressedRPh texted NewTech and told her unless she was dead or at least actively dying, she was expected to be punched in at 3pm.
I just had cake for lunch.
