Okay, so... the pharmacy I work in is at the very back of the store. The pharmacy is completely separate from the rest of the store: their employees do not come into the pharmacy and we do not have anything to do with their territory.
So why the FUCK would you walk in the door, RIGHT PAST the HUGE wall of registers and FOS employees, march ALL THE WAY back to the tiny little section of the store where the people in the white lab coats work and ask them about the sale price on toilet paper?
Seriously, I watched a girl walk through the front doors and head straight for us. Once at the pharmacy counter, she asks: "Where are the firelighters?" Well genius, they're ALL THE WAY UP AT THE FRONT OF OF THE STORE, BEHIND THE REGISTERS THAT YOU TOTALLY IGNORED.
And for the love of God, WHY would you shove your way through a crowd of people waiting at drop off to get their scrips filled on Friday night to ask the frazzled pharm tech where the fucking back scratchers are?
Look, I don't walk into a grocery store, march straight over to the bakery dept. and ask for tampons, or a fresh cut of fish. Use your goddamned heads. kee-rist.
So why the FUCK would you walk in the door, RIGHT PAST the HUGE wall of registers and FOS employees, march ALL THE WAY back to the tiny little section of the store where the people in the white lab coats work and ask them about the sale price on toilet paper?
Seriously, I watched a girl walk through the front doors and head straight for us. Once at the pharmacy counter, she asks: "Where are the firelighters?" Well genius, they're ALL THE WAY UP AT THE FRONT OF OF THE STORE, BEHIND THE REGISTERS THAT YOU TOTALLY IGNORED.
And for the love of God, WHY would you shove your way through a crowd of people waiting at drop off to get their scrips filled on Friday night to ask the frazzled pharm tech where the fucking back scratchers are?
Look, I don't walk into a grocery store, march straight over to the bakery dept. and ask for tampons, or a fresh cut of fish. Use your goddamned heads. kee-rist.
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