Friday, January 12, 2007
Wow it's been awhile since I've posted. Been busy with work, still trying to finish taking down the holiday decorations including the tree. I had this weird sore throat thingy that has been going around and H and I were sick for 2 weeks. I did however manage to crank out a pair of "fetching" gloves from knitty for my dear Auntie. Funky right? I used frog tree alpaca from the stash. I want to make myself a pair of these. They were quick and fun to make. I also am in the middle of a sweater for my nephew. Like the one I made for my grand niece. I like working on new projects. Keeps things exciting. Learning new skills and stuff.
So I have to rant a little bit here. Good grief. What is up with people coming into the pharmacy? I realize that people are sick and they don't "feel well" but get this- I'm sick and I'm working, and no I can't call out sick because if I do- there will be no one there to open the pharmacy and give you your drugs. I have come to the conclusion that there is a word for my customers: entitled. Yup, that's it, they must all be entitled. Because they act like they are. Here's the other thing. How do people want the pharmacist to treat them? I am attentive, efficient and accurate. I give them a 15-20 min wait most of the time and I am readily available to answer questions or offer advice. So when someone tells me I need to "work on my bedside manner". Hmm, I'm a) not a nurse b) not a doctor c) in a retail pharmacy offering the above mentioned services, what more do people want. Oh, that's right, I forgot, entitled. PLease already get a grip. Last week I had a customer harass me on the phone, why? not really sure. I offered to call the doctor for her child, to help her out in the way I could. She told me she didn't like my tone. My tone? you mean the tone to my voice that sounds raspy and gruff because I have sinuses packed to the gills and a sore throat that feels like someone has sandpaper in there. That tone? She tells me concentrate on the sick child not the sick adult and perhaps next time I should take a sick day. Please refer to: I cannot call out because who is going to work in the pharmacy. Sheesh lady give me a break, have a heart, I'm trying to give you what you want, but it's never, ever enough.
End of gripe (Hey they call this blog *happi* knits????)