Who You?

Today was drug abuser day at the pharmacy. Yayyy, I love drug abuser day. It's the day I tell all the kids on vicoden and morphine that they can't ruin their livers for a few more days cuz they just got 280million two days ago and they shouldn't be out; but of course, they are, and the doctor just wrote it wrong.

Also, it was relatively steady and wonderfully paced. Me and the gals had some fun talks but I was pretty happy to finally go home tonight.

Thursday, I get to work at the other pharmacy in Mt. Vernon and I get to work there with a fill-in pharmacist. Now my experience has been, people freak out when they don't recognize the person in the pharmacy. They have even more trouble when it's the pharmacist who's unfamiliar. They crap their pants when the pharmacist's foreign.

I learned this lesson quickly the first few fill ins I worked with. Fill ins are either lazy, mean, or foreign. I love the foreign ones cuz they're the funniest. I don't mind the lazy ones because I like to do things my way anyway. The mean ones I don't like because I don't like mean people.

But the customers, they don't like em regardless. They look at them with their evil eye and just watch 'em, like... they've got something growing out of their neck. And if they want to speak to the pharmacist they ask, "Well, where's ______? I want to talk to them" It's quite frustrating to me. One time, when my friend Tamer, the intern, answered the phone, they wouldn't talk to him, because he was foreign. When they asked to talk to me, I said that if they couldn't talk to him, I was going to tell them the same thing he did, so they couldn't talk to me.

Well, just the other day evidently, a woman walked into my Fredericktown store. That day, it was me, Dee the regular tech, and our fill-in pharmacist, Amin, a fill-in who happens to be a very large African man. The woman immediately turned around and went to the local sheriff's department. She wanted to inform them that the pharmacy...was being robbed by a black man and a some woman she didn't recognize....LOL. Fortunately there wasn't anybody readily available for her there at the sheriff's department, so she ran over next door to the municipal office and told the secretary the news, who called us and asked if we were okay. We were shocked to find out that someone actually thought I was robbing the store with my cute hair & blue smock!! I don't look like a freaking robber! Which of course started Amin on his usual discrimination speech. "Man, I'm scared to come to your store. I feel much safer in Columbus. I come here, and feel like I'm going to get shot." I tell Amin that nobody will shoot him here, they'll just smile to his face and talk about him behind his back, which is not much better than getting shot really.