My birthday is 27 July, I like piercings, tattoos, Supernatural, TrueBlood, and cult shit.
I have my eyebrow, both ears pierced and I have venoms.
I work as a pharmacy technician and plan to become a pharmacist one day.
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Egalitarians for real equality.
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Holla.
Supernatural is the best show in the world and the God-King Kripke rules this realm.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Well lemme tell you about the drug addict I had to catch in a lie today at work
One of my patients tells me that she was robbed. Okay, happens.
She tells me her Adderall and gabapentin was stolen. OF course it’s the Adderall.
“Okay, well, bring me the police report and we’ll fix it for you.”
Well, she shows up with no police report. Naturally. She has a report number, and a phone number.
So I call the police department. She’s grumbling outside about how she should have just gone to K-Mart, like a dumbfuck, right in front of everybody. Because that’s not drug seeking behaviour or anything.
So I’m telling the woman on the phone the report number.
“I just need to know if her medication was actually stolen or not”
“Sure I can help you” and she looks up the number…looks at it and says, “Okay..uh, you have her address?”
Give her the address.
“What’s her name?” Give her her name
“No.” “No?” “No. Hah, this report..has nothing to do with larceny.” “Okay then. Guess I’m not gonna refill these then.”
Then I remember that this bitch has said she got robbed before, too..same thing, her Adderall was stolen. But not the metronidazole she had for her infection. Just the Adderall.
Weird, considering if I was going to rob somebody I’d steal their entire purse. Not take the time to dig around and hope for the best.
Wtf?
And so then I tell her that I’m gonna call the MD to tell him…she says “good idea” asks me if I think anything illegal is going on and I said I can’t say for certain, just that I don’t trust her very much
So then Loan calls the PD..and gets the story again while I talk to the patient and ask her exactly what happened.
She tells me her wallet got lost and it had all her shit in it; and the police said that everything was missing but her ID.
Well.
Then the woman called me back and says, the report says the wallet was retrieved but that my patient alleged nothing was missing…
weird.
Well needless to say I have to listen to the law enforcement in the situation, so I said we weren’t going to fill it. Loan double-checked with the police and, yes, our patient told the officer that nothing was missing from her wallet.
Though the patient told me that the cop told her everything was missing from her wallet.
Bit of a POLAR OPPOSITE DISSONANCE there.
I told her she needs to file a stolen goods report
Needless to say the bitch was pissed, SNATCHED the prescriptions out of Loan’s hand, “CALL ME A FUCKIN LIAR”- practically pulled the pen out of Loan’s hand, “I’VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR 15 YEARS” and said she was taking her business elsewhere and that she was going to take her son and her mother’s prescriptions out of our pharmacy and transferring them somewhere else and I was like
As her fat ass walked away. I’m strongly considering calling her doctor tomorrow because he clearly didn’t follow up on her. If he would have checked the police report he would have known that his patient is abusing her medication.
Like
wtf
I went from this in 2005
to this in 2012
sorry you made fun of me in high school and then I grew up to be hot
Here’s the paraphrase of what I’m talking about
- My co-technician, Jason, puts away warehouse orders on his shift (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday)
- Loan noticed that one item was out of rotation. Meaning it was a newer item in front of an existing item.
- She has been on a crusade for the last 7 days trying to correct this.
- And by she, I mean I have been
- She called the store last week from her house first thing in the morning and was rude to Jason over the telephone so he had enough and snapped back on her
- well now she’s written him up for being rude to her over the phone when she wasn’t even on the clock which in my opinion should never have even been able to happen, since with most companies if you need to speak with your manager, you both have to be clocked in.
- Loan is now trying to make us sign CII-CV invoices to “say that [we] rotated the stock”
- And now because she can’t control herself or Jason, I might end up having to work Wed-Fri. Which are my days off.
This is my life right now. 4 months of shit like that. Hyperfocused paranoia.
EL.
OH.
EL
Michael you’re ACTUALLY a gay man
this is not photoshopped, and I am in utter shock
As I lay here tonight, I think to myself
“It’s been 5 months today that you stopped talking to me. Again. Guess I really wasn’t the ‘unforgettable best friend’ that everybody made me out to be to make me feel better.”
And then yeah, I wonder
why would you want to talk to me? Why would anybody?
I’ll run lines with you in my mind, pretend we’re still here, brothers in bond. Bitching about whatever. Talking about girls.
It’s weird how absolutely ordinary our friendship was but for some reason it caught flame.
I dunno man, I mean really. Could you answer it if I asked? Why am I worth talking to?
Am I?
No.
Ellery would say, “don’t sell yourself short, Andrew,” which, I think is her way of saying, “Hey, I still love you too. You’re not so bad.”
but, I’m not selling myself short, not to anybody.
I’m selling myself at the exact value that I have
which is nothing.
Clearly
it is nothing, because if I were more, there’d have been more.
It wouldn’t have been me scrabbling, blind, for the broken pieces of shrapnel from an explosion I sparked while everybody else watched me, pitying. It would have been you and me against the world.
But it isn’t, because I don’t deserve it. I never did. I never will.
I was a fish caught by a bird, fooled into thinking I could fly.
Fuck the people that come to my counter.
