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I never thought it would happen, I must shamefully admit that I was being more than a bit arrogant in the past when I’d hear someone bailing on a job because of stress, thinking to myself smugly “there’s someone who can’t handle life, just hunker down and take it” Well, karma came a knockin’ last week, and I officially can no longer take my job and turned in my resignation.
Hard to say what the final straw was
Maybe it was having that guy who I made a courtesy call to asking if he’d be home to take a delivery telling me “I don’t have time to talk to you” and hanging up on me mid-sentence. Or that management told me I had to deliver anyway, since he was home.
Maybe it was the continual problems I’m having with the one pharmacists’ condescending and out of line behavior with the other techs.
Maybe it’s the fact that I got called into HR on back to back days to defend myself from complaints he’s been lodging against me, while the 2 letters I’ve written to them well before that time indicating that problems were brewing were allowed to die on a desk somewhere with no action.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m *this* close to punching my one co worker who continues to try and boss me around despite the fact I’ve been here longer than her, and that management agrees she’s a pain, but “doesn’t want to hear complaining” from me.
Maybe it’s the usual customer rudeness, now coming faster than ever as we’ve had a 30% jump in business in the last month, and it’s not slowing down. It’s all I can do to keep work flowing, and I’m being repeatedly criticized for minor problems, like not taking breaks at EXACTLY the scheduled time. Look, I don’t expect any ticker-tape parades in my honor, but how about just a bit of flexibility here?
Maybe it was the foot-dragging in getting us extra help. We needed 1, maybe 2 more techs, we warned HR that the volume of work was outstripping the ability for us to keep up, we even gave them the names of people in the store who we’d like to transfer to us. HR instead hemed and hawed for almost a month, then sent us a person off the street who called-off their first shift. Fortunately, my manager told them point blank to stop dicking around and we got two more folks, but by then, the damage was done, running the work of 5 people through 2 is a killer, and I’ve run out of patience.
Maybe it’s the fact that I had to buy a pack of Ranitidine tablets for myself for the first time in my life.
Maybe it’s the fact that I get to the store in the morning, and instantly want to turn my car around and go home.
Maybe it’s all of that taken in one big angsty stress-filled dose with no chance to recover, but the end result is, they can find someone else to do this job, because as much as I once loved it, I now hate it, and I’m very disappointed.
Maybe it’s the design of the job itself, too many things are demanding my attention, I can never sit down and work uninterrupted on a single task and complete it. I’ve never been a person who can function with 20 different things going at once, having a dozen side duties wasn’t a problem when you served 70 people a day, there was lots of down time, but that was 2 years ago, we’re serving 220, 240, 260 a day, headed for our first 300 Rx day, and I just can’t work at this pace. The phones, the inventory, the delivering, the constant jumping between them, I hate to sound like a whiney and immature slacker-teen, but isn’t a smart person supposed to realize they have boundries? Well, I think I’ve been pushed outside of mine for too long at any rate, I’m no longer fun to work with I’m sure, I’m getting surly, curt, and it’s only a matter of time before those evaluations start going south on me, I’d rather get out while I’m still in the good graces of management. I think that’s most of it right there.
Sorry if this is an angsty go-nowhere post, but to all of you out there who think stress is a lame excuse for the weak, not so. Everyone has a break point, and I’ve exceeded mine, I can’t do the job anymore because I’m mentally exhausted, and my health is suffering.
If you’re working a job you can’t handle, there truly is no shame in leaving
That is all.
Hard to say what the final straw was
Maybe it was having that guy who I made a courtesy call to asking if he’d be home to take a delivery telling me “I don’t have time to talk to you” and hanging up on me mid-sentence. Or that management told me I had to deliver anyway, since he was home.
Maybe it was the continual problems I’m having with the one pharmacists’ condescending and out of line behavior with the other techs.
Maybe it’s the fact that I got called into HR on back to back days to defend myself from complaints he’s been lodging against me, while the 2 letters I’ve written to them well before that time indicating that problems were brewing were allowed to die on a desk somewhere with no action.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m *this* close to punching my one co worker who continues to try and boss me around despite the fact I’ve been here longer than her, and that management agrees she’s a pain, but “doesn’t want to hear complaining” from me.
Maybe it’s the usual customer rudeness, now coming faster than ever as we’ve had a 30% jump in business in the last month, and it’s not slowing down. It’s all I can do to keep work flowing, and I’m being repeatedly criticized for minor problems, like not taking breaks at EXACTLY the scheduled time. Look, I don’t expect any ticker-tape parades in my honor, but how about just a bit of flexibility here?
Maybe it was the foot-dragging in getting us extra help. We needed 1, maybe 2 more techs, we warned HR that the volume of work was outstripping the ability for us to keep up, we even gave them the names of people in the store who we’d like to transfer to us. HR instead hemed and hawed for almost a month, then sent us a person off the street who called-off their first shift. Fortunately, my manager told them point blank to stop dicking around and we got two more folks, but by then, the damage was done, running the work of 5 people through 2 is a killer, and I’ve run out of patience.
Maybe it’s the fact that I had to buy a pack of Ranitidine tablets for myself for the first time in my life.
Maybe it’s the fact that I get to the store in the morning, and instantly want to turn my car around and go home.
Maybe it’s all of that taken in one big angsty stress-filled dose with no chance to recover, but the end result is, they can find someone else to do this job, because as much as I once loved it, I now hate it, and I’m very disappointed.
Maybe it’s the design of the job itself, too many things are demanding my attention, I can never sit down and work uninterrupted on a single task and complete it. I’ve never been a person who can function with 20 different things going at once, having a dozen side duties wasn’t a problem when you served 70 people a day, there was lots of down time, but that was 2 years ago, we’re serving 220, 240, 260 a day, headed for our first 300 Rx day, and I just can’t work at this pace. The phones, the inventory, the delivering, the constant jumping between them, I hate to sound like a whiney and immature slacker-teen, but isn’t a smart person supposed to realize they have boundries? Well, I think I’ve been pushed outside of mine for too long at any rate, I’m no longer fun to work with I’m sure, I’m getting surly, curt, and it’s only a matter of time before those evaluations start going south on me, I’d rather get out while I’m still in the good graces of management. I think that’s most of it right there.
Sorry if this is an angsty go-nowhere post, but to all of you out there who think stress is a lame excuse for the weak, not so. Everyone has a break point, and I’ve exceeded mine, I can’t do the job anymore because I’m mentally exhausted, and my health is suffering.
If you’re working a job you can’t handle, there truly is no shame in leaving
That is all.
Good luck finding a better pharmacy (can you work for a hospital in an in-patient pharmacy? Nurses give you food! 
)
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