MACARONI IN A POT

Good morning, arty people. It’s Saturday. I’m awake, presumably you’re awake, I have a coffee, and I’m here to complain about work and weather.

So, a normal day.

In a continuation of Thursday’s pharmacy bullshit, our DM finally replied to StressedRPh yesterday morning. StressedRPh had texted on Thursday and asked the DM to contact the problem patient. DM replied that she would have the store manager handle it. This is, frankly, the most ridiculous reply; the store manager has no idea how pharmacy works. StressedRPh called Matryoshka and asked for more details on what happened when she contacted the MD about the necessity of three opiates. At the same time, the patient’s doctor’s office called and wanted to know if we had made any notes about who we’d spoken to, because there were no notes in the patient’s chart. Eventually, we were able to find the cancellation note about who told us to cancel the script.

In the end, the patient ended up with another month of her drug “to get her through the month until she finds a new pharmacy”, but no refills. Her MD is having her come in to go over all of her medications to discuss her treatment going forward. The office apologized that the patient was a raging bitch. When Mommy Dearest’s miserable husband came in later, I was so sickly sweet to him. It wasn’t sarcasm, I’m just genuinely happy they’ll be taking their business elsewhere.

This weekend will be like every other weekend. I have grand plans to clean some stuff, and haul things into the dining room for the next trash day. The Christmas tree should be picked up tomorrow. I’ll sort through the ornament collection and decide what to keep sometime before then.

Since I’m trying to use up what I have in the pantry, I don’t need to buy too much food this weekend. I’ll make a run down to Walmart instead of my regular grocery store. I need to buy a cat carrier, and it will be cheaper for me to buy it there and grab some basic foods if I need them.

And maybe some booty shorts.

And… NewTech just called out, and I’m getting called in. Extra money.