I Deserve Ice Cream

It's been really busy at work the past couple of days. To the point where "McPharmacy" seems to be an appropriate name. Dispensing medications has become more of an assembly line fast food restaurant thing. It becomes a race of how many prescriptions can you get out accurately before you start getting backlogged and pissing people off.  Doing five things at once is no exaggeration. How I managed to chat with a doctor on the phone while counting pills at the same time surprises me too. There was no stopping. Not even a breather. Up until I left at 10pm. Correction. I left at 10:20pm. Because someone decided to come in after closing to get their prescription filled.

Even though through the rush, today wasn't too bad. I felt pretty good about all my recommendations. I got a lot of "I appreciate all your help" comments (which sadly can be rare). And, nobody yelled at me today. Sometimes through the rush, I lose my patience. Especially with people who asks for recommendations but don't really care what it is you're recommending. They're looking for me to say what they want to hear. Or, they just want to talk over me. Or even, for no reason, to yell at me. One of my coworkers had said the other day, "Today's a good day. No one yelled at me." It's unfortunate that that's how we gauge whether our day was good or not.

Because of the madness at work, I didn't eat much on my early break nor did I snack much in between... so when I got home, I was starving. I thought, screw it, with a day like this... I deserve ice cream.

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Manager : You're good at problem solving. What is the doctor asking for? (The prescription had said : 400,000 units qid x 10d. Written from a lung specialist ).

Me : 400,000 units of what? Your guess is as good as mine. (Although I was thinking nystatin, it's not safe to just guess. We have to know).

Manager : Okay, I take that back. You're not that good at problem solving.  Ha ha ha ha ...

And that's suppose to be funny??? I guess with his dry sense of humour, that's the best he could do.  I guess... at least he's comfortable enough to poke fun at me. Then again, who isn't. I sometimes wonder if I have a sign on my forehead that says "Please poke fun at me."