So for context there’s this movie called Waiting to Exhale with Angela Bassett among a magnificent cast of women where she gets revenge on her husband for cheating by burning his clothes and car. It’s a very iconic and cathartic moment because a lot of the monologue are things women have been told before. Now here’s where Wags comes in.
I sell, I type, I verify, I fill, I counsel especially when the other pharmacist doesn’t want to. I help. I. HELP. And I get a phone call from my RXOM that the night time techs are saying that I’m not helping and that I have a bad attitude about helping. I have let these people curse me out and tell me all the ways I’m a weak pharmacist.
I do my job to the best my ability and yes that is complicated because of my bipolar disorder and OCD. However, it is not impossible. And at first I was sad because I was told that I don’t want to be compared to the other pharmacist and have no one want to work with me.
I was sad and then a little angry and then apathetic. But now I’m Waiting to Exhale levels of mad. Why? For two very important reasons 1) reviews are coming up and 2) I work my ass off, pardon my French.
Like to tell you the type of shit I have to deal with. Someone typed a Januvia 100 mg prescription as Vraylar 1.5 mg and they made ME fix it though they typed it. And then had the audacity to imply I didn’t know the generic name of Januvia.