Originally posted on a dead blog on October 30, 2008 
Today started off well enough. I get in, everything’s flowing nicely, there’s hardly anything needing to be filled, nothing interesting going on. I get pulled away from the counter to pack up $25,000 worth of narcotics and fun stuff that requires a lot of paperwork to return, and Supertech catches someone acting all sketchy and gives us the highlight of the day: someone altered a Vicodin script.
The first give away was that the woman was all sketchy and nervous at the drop off counter. People who talk and chat about the script and, in this case, point out the alteration are dead giveaway that they’ve messed with shit. In this case, the script was written at one of the local ghetto urgent care places. The docs in there don’t give out anything other than antibiotics and weaker pain shit if they can help it, and even then they don’t give you anything more than a day or so worth of painkillers.
So when this chick nervously handed Supertech a script written for 60 Vicodin, and pointed out “the doctor made a mistake so it’s messy” we knew something was up. The other giveaway was that this particular MD, when it comes to stuff like Vicodin, makes it very clear how many tablets he’s prescribing. He wrote:
#6 (VI) six
Li’l Miss Nervous passes us a script written out (her additions in bold)
#60 (VI) sixty
While I give her a lot of credit because unlike some people she actually used the same color ink with her additions, between her behavior, and the fact that she couldn’t manage to get the Roman numerals to reflect the other alterations, it was with great pleasure that we watched BossRPh rip it up in front of her and tell her she couldn’t get any of it. Of course, we got the required “It wasn’t me who did it!”
Later the day turned to shit, approximately 30 seconds after Supertech left and the gates of Hell opened and sent Satan’s minions into the store and to our phones. We had someone with some weird-ass drug that we didn’t have in stock who wanted us to call around to find it, then get pissed off because the one place we find it at doesn’t take her insurance. Our resident absolutely psycho woman gets a new rx sent to us for some drug we definitely don’t have with the note “discontinue Haldol” which prompts us to have the following conversation over the phone:
me: We can call around and find it someplace else or we can order it for tomorrow and it will be in tomorrow morning.
her: But I need it tonight! The doctor gave me this and told me not to take the Haldol! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO TONIGHT!
me: That would be why I gave you the option of having us call around to find it elsewhere.
I don’t think she got it tonight. I called 5 of our local stores, and I know BossRPh called another couple of competitors, but I don’t know if they ever got it because I left before a resolution was made.
