Groundhog Day

Morning, y’all. It’s a gray Wednesday, and the heat wave has finally broken. Unfortunately, it’s still muggy as hell. It was sticky and warm when I went to bed last night. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but it wasn’t a very restful sleep. Unfortunately, I had a dream I was covered with tiny ants. When it woke me in the predawn hours, both cats were curled up uncomfortably close to me.

I tried to be optimistic about yesterday’s shift. I’d be with StressedRPh, who (generally) knows what she’s doing. Shawshank pointed out that the shift couldn’t be worse than Monday. I opened the door and had a little groundhog on the deck. It gave me a look as though to say, “I’m on the deck and ain’t nothing you can do about it”. Maybe my personal bubble wasn’t composed entirely of doom, gloom, and bullshit if this critter could just chill right by my front door.

And Shawshank was right, Tuesday wasn’t as bad as Monday. Work was steady, but not to the point where I couldn’t keep up. StressedRPh was (rightly) pissed Cunty McFuckass didn’t do anything. She didn’t catch up on orders until about 90 minutes before we closed. However, it was steady enough that I didn’t have the time to do anything else. With the new schedule, we only have 2-3 hours overlap of tech coverage, and it’s difficult to do all the little things they want us to do in a shift.

Just before close, she held up a printout of patient names and said, “I know it’s not like we haven’t had much time, but we need to call these people”. Yeah, I know, but as a tech, I don’t have the ability to stand in one place and ignore the register or the phone. I’d love to call all the patients on the list and do everything. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to get you off my ass for a shift. Unfortunately, we can only do so much of the “extras” before we start to sacrifice quality on the basics.

And to do that could kill someone.

I expect today will be more of the same. It’s always the same. Working in pharmacy is my own personal Groundhog Day.