I have a few regular prescriptions (the pink ones keep me from screaming) I've been picking up at a local Walgreen's for years, and I've really come to appreciate how difficult it must be to work in the pharmacy. A) You're dealing with the general public, who B) Are not only standing in line but C) Occupying a two-lane drive through; plus D) Need their medications. The pharmacy staff is tasked with providing a form of medical assistance but required to enforce any number of protocols and restrictions before they even get to processing insurance and issuing the final cost -- as fast as possible. The staff is forced to weather the complaints, irritation, incredulity, abuse, hard-luck stories, pleadings to bend the rules.. from everyone who isn't noticeably intoxicated or totally out-of-control. They must explain and re-explain the hows, whys, why-nots, and every pharmacological, legal, and financial intricacy to people who are often already in physical or psychological distress. This is a hard job.
There's a very nice fellow who works there (new-ish, like everyone else). I've seen him take stress and abuse with an incredible amount of patience and thoughtfulness; (P.S. I hate that minority of old people who behave as if they're entitled to be insufferable pricks.) Anyways, the most recent time I was picking up my drugs he was having a hard time finding them because their lack of shelf space has forced them to use the floor as another "shelf". Eventually he found them and we just joked around for a minute, during which time he let out a hint he was not exactly crazy about his job. I asked him his name and was compelled to compliment him and tell him he's awesome. The compliment wasn't phrased particularly eloquently and I'm not sure he knew how to respond but it was just one of the those simple, well-deserved acts of kindness I hope brightened his day just a little bit.
There's a very nice fellow who works there (new-ish, like everyone else). I've seen him take stress and abuse with an incredible amount of patience and thoughtfulness; (P.S. I hate that minority of old people who behave as if they're entitled to be insufferable pricks.) Anyways, the most recent time I was picking up my drugs he was having a hard time finding them because their lack of shelf space has forced them to use the floor as another "shelf". Eventually he found them and we just joked around for a minute, during which time he let out a hint he was not exactly crazy about his job. I asked him his name and was compelled to compliment him and tell him he's awesome. The compliment wasn't phrased particularly eloquently and I'm not sure he knew how to respond but it was just one of the those simple, well-deserved acts of kindness I hope brightened his day just a little bit.

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