Five to Ten

It's five minutes to ten p.m. and we are all tired from a days work. There are things that have to be done in order to close the store for the night.  Garbage bins are overflowing, two separate types. One for shredding which holds confidential information... like your empty pill bottles you love to bring back, unused prescription receipts, anything basically that has your name on it. The other is regular garbage with the smell of food we didn't get to finish eating during our shift... Narcotic report must be printed and each name must match a prescription and be checked off. Daily sales report, empty vial drawers must be filled up, prescription receipts and labels replenished, counters cleaned, compounding materials washed and put back in place, filing, and the large bins on the floor with the days order need to be put away on the shelf. We try to get this done in between customers. Problem is, someone always arrives at 5 to 10 with a discharge prescription from the hospital, or a dispill change and always...... I mean always...... someone arrives with a prescription dated at least 5 days ago and suddenly decides they need this a few minutes before we close.
Come on people! Give us a break!


The pharmacists and techs even sacrifice their lunch and suppers to serve you and wait until at least 2 to eat, and what happens? As soon as our food is heated up, in you come, expecting your prescription immediately.  I can understand the ones that are really sick and just coming in from the doctors office, but the ones that hoard prescriptions for a couple of months always seem to be the ones in the biggest rush. It's so typical!


We come back day after day because we love our work. 
But sometimes, it's hard and sometimes we just need to hear 'thank you', 'well done'.


:)