(Moon setting. November 6, 2006)

At long last, freedom! Freedom from political ads. Freedom from the phone ringing constantly with calls asking us to vote for or vote against. Freedom from surveys and unofficial polls. Freedom from the bombardment of politically oriented email urging me to vote, to call, to write, to volunteer.

Life goes on and we can now return to some sense of normalcy. Election Day is over and I’m glad of it. I haven’t had a chance to look at the news yet this morning, but when I fell asleep around midnight last night, the news was looking good. I’m not a big fan of either of the major political parties, but I was glad to see the red one getting the boot.

I was really surprised by the turnout yesterday. I went to my local polling place after work, which was around 6:30pm. During the past two presidential elections there were no lines at all that time of day. Not so yesterday. We had a 45 minute wait. Very unusual. When my husband and I got in line we both commented on the crowd. The guy in front of us said, “Looks like people are finally fed up enough to get off their lazy asses and come out and vote.”

From what I saw before going to bed last night, that appears to be the truth.

I officially gave notice at work yesterday. Talk about freedom! I feel almost freed from the shackles of the Evil Empire (Walmart). I have two more weeks and I am outta there. To be honest, I have very much enjoyed my job in the pharmacy. I’ve been there for five years and gotten to know a lot of our regular customers quite well. I’m going to miss some of them. Others, well, it’ll be nice that they won’t be much more than a passing thought. Or maybe not even that.

They’ve been passing the following around the pharmacy and I thought I’d share part of it here. It explains why you have to wait so long for a precription to be filled. Those of us who work in a pharmacy find it hysterically funny. Maybe that’s because it’s hysterically true. I’m not sure non-pharmacy workers will appreciate the humor in it.

“Why does my prescription take so damn long to fill?”

The question of why it took 2 hours for you to get 20 Vicodin has yet remained unanswered. I offer the following prescription scenario:

You come to the counter. I am on the phone with a drunk dude who wants the phone number to the grocery store next door. After I instruct him on the virtues of 411, you tell me your doctor was to phone in your prescription to me. Your doctor hasn’t, and you’re unwilling to wait until he does. Being in a generous mood, I call your doctors office and am put on hold for 5 minutes, then informed that your prescription was phoned in to my competitor on the other side of town. Phoning the competitor, I am immediately put on hold for 5 minutes before speaking to a clerk, who puts
me back on hold to wait for the pharmacist. Your prescription is then transferred to me, and now I have to get the 2 phone calls that have been put on hold while this was being done. Now I return to the counter to ask if we’ve ever filled prescriptions for you before. For some reason, you think that “for you” means “for your cousin” and you answer my question with a “yes”, whereupon I go the computer and see you are not on file.

The phone rings.

You have left to do something very important, such as browse through the monster truck magazines, and do not hear the three PA announcements requesting that you return to the pharmacy. You return eventually, expecting to pick up the finished prescription…..

The phone rings.

………..only to find out that I need to ask your address, phone number, date of birth, if you have any allergies and insurance coverage. You tell me you’re allergic to codeine. Since the prescription is for Vicodin I ask you what exactly codeine did to you when you took it. You say it made your stomach hurt and I roll my eyes and write down “no known allergies” You tell me……

The phone rings.

… have insurance and spend the next 5 minutes looking for your card. You give up and expect me to be able to file your claim anyway. I call my competitor and am immediately put on hold. Upon reaching a human, I ask them what insurance they have on file for you. I get the information and file your claim, which is rejected because you changed jobs 6 months ago. An asshole barges his way to the counter to ask where the bread is.

The phone rings.

I inform you….

If interested, you can read the rest here.

Yep, I’m going to miss working in that pharmacy. But maybe not all that much.

NaBloPoMo: Day 8