Good morning, friends. It’s a chilly one this morning, and there was an unexpected frost on the windshield during the first commute. We’ve got the heat on in the mornings now, and the cat has returned to his proper place on the bathroom vent.
Last night was filled with strange dreams. In one dream, he took a picture of me wearing my terribly ugly bathrobe and an enormous bell jar over my head like the helmet of a spacesuit. I posted it on Instagram, and someone photoshopped it so I looked like I was in an empty, post-apocalyptic landscape, and I somehow made a $1.60 from it. In another dream, I was watching a crime movie set in the 80’s; another dream featured listening to a Japanese version of Savage Garden’s “I Want You” at a Starbucks happy hour. For anyone curious, the pharmaceutical cocktail needed for this nocturnal adventure is 10mg of melatonin, some Benadryl, a bit of Sudafed, a whopping dose of ibuprofen, topped off with some antibiotics meant to be used on fish.
This morning, it’s another early shift. There’s a fill-in pharmacist today, and I think he’s about 14. Unlike a shift with StressedRPh, all the other pharmacists we work with are totally ok with us working on training mods when things are finished. We need to do the training, and I don’t know about anyone else, but I think learning a how the new system works should take priority over harassing people to come in for a flu shot, or changing people to 90-day supplies of their meds. During my training shift last Saturday, I learned the new system is much, much more focused on task management. This is the complete opposite of the current system, which has nothing of the sort and focuses almost entirely with the mindset of “EMPTY THE QUEUE AT ALL COSTS”. StressedRPh is going to have a very hard adjustment when the system is rolled out in a month.
I’m both dreading the new system, and eager to see the impending meltdown.
