That’s what Shawshank tells me. Pre-Friday. I try to keep that in mind when I remember I have two more shifts at work. The weekend is almost here.
My early-early shift yesterday was fine. It was pretty much exactly what I expected. We had to deal with people annoyed that we were closed for a few hours. I love how they seem to think we chose to have the power go out.
Ok, fine. I admit it. I totally stood in one of the local neighborhoods where the lines were down and screamed at the passing storm, “yes, Isaias, this tree right here”.
And that’s why we had no power.
Yesterday was the first time StressedRPh has actually asked about my plans to leave. I told her right now I don’t know anything. I wish I did, because I hate that I don’t have a plan. The last thing I want to do is leave her in a lurch when I actually do leave.
But I want to leave. I’ve been with this pharmacy for 14 years now. I love the people, but I hate the company. It’s gone from a great company to work for, with awesome benefits and management, to a company that thrives on numbers. Every aspect has a number. Filling things before pickup. How much time passes between a script’s leaflet being printed and its scanning to print a vial label, the time between a label printing and a script being verified by the pharmacist. Average time it takes us to answer a call. Last week, our DM emailed StressedRPh and asked her to come up with ideas on how we can increase the number of patients we make contact with. JFC, we can’t force people to answer the phone or return our calls. The automated system literally calls people at least twice a week. At this point, when people see us pop up in their caller ID, they think it’s “the girl” (aka the automated system) and ignore us.
We received our first shipment of flu shots yesterday. Corporate wants us to push them right away. It’s not a matter of protecting patients, as much as they want us to think it is, it’s “do it before our competitors”. I’m burnt, I don’t want to work for a company that damned near bullies and harasses its patients.
I did a morning workout, with the hope that it improves my mood. It’s a late shift, and I have three packages of Lego to mail before my shift started. I also can’t decide whether to eat some yogurt, or a sandwich for lunch before I leave.
Either way, I’ll go to work with something in my stomach, and I’ll bring some snacks for the rest of the day, and make the best of what I’m given.
