Archive for June, 2010


I can remember when we first moved here from New England, that my hubby asked me to run the Wal-Mart to buy a couple of tarps for him to use.  The ones we had brought with us from New England were finally starting to wear out and he wanted to put a fresh tarp over his newly acquired jet ski.  Off I trotted, (or should I say drove) to the nearest Wal-Mart to buy him one.  I was so shocked when I got there because I could not find one anywhere in the store!

Finally I asked one of the Wal-Mart employees where I could find some, and they suggested that I try the Tractor Supply Store.  I had never been to one of them before; we didn’t have any in New England.  But it was there that I found a nice selection of blue tarps to buy.  Since that time, I’ve found other places to buy them, but I have to admit that my faith in the giant retailer to have everything we needed has been badly shaken!  Now Wal-Mart is not the first place I turn to when I need to buy something!

The break room at work is a horrible mess. The store management obviously does not want the employees to actually be able to relax at all in there. We don’t even have any lockers to put our coats or lunch boxes. There is only one chair in there, and it’s broken. The microwave doesn’t work, and neither does the refrigerator.

I’ve worked in a lot of places, and this is the first place that is so hostile towards their worker’s needs. If an office didn’t have a real closet to hang coats, each employee was given a salvaged school locker or gym locker to store our things in. Where I work now I have to leave my things in my car. I really don’t like that at all. I will especially not like that in inclement weather!

One of the things that is starting to annoy me is the tendency of the pharmacist to tell me stop what I’m doing and let him tell me what he wants me to do.  Then he proceeds to tell me to do the thing that I was doing before he stopped me!  For example, I’ll be working on the computer cleaning up the aged will call prescriptions.  He doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m doing, he just tells me to stop what I’m doing because he wants me to do something else.  So I stop what I’m doing and ask him what is it he wants help with.  He says he wants me to work on the aged will call list! 

So I tell him that’s what I was working on, and I go back to the computer and finish it up.  A few minutes later, I’ve finished the job and moved onto scanning the DPC papers.  He’ll say to me  (with a nasty tone of voice) “I told you to do the aged will call.”   Then I say “I finished it already and am moving on to another task.”  It is very difficult to not sound defensive in a case like that.  I don’t like the fact that he is assuming that I am not (or did not) do what he asked me to do.  I’d like to get a little bit of credit for knowing what to do, and doing it without being micromanaged!

Every few days, when I’m backing the car up in the driveway from its parking space, preparing to turn it around so I can drive down the long driveway without having to drive in reverse the whole time, my eyes catch a glimpse of the newest collection of planters that seem to be appearing from nowhere in front of the house.

I would have to say that my hubby has been very busy lately, quietly setting up some decorative planters alongside the corner of the house. Today I noticed a new outdoor planter hanging from a shepard’s hook that he had filled with hens and chicks. I’ve always liked hens and chicks but I never had good luck with them. My hubby, on the other hand, has a magic touch with them. I don’t know if I pay too much attention to them, or not enough. I suspect that I over water them.

I have to give my hubby a lot of credit for trying to make the place look nice.

Today a young mother came into the pharmacy to get medicine for her three kids. She said that they all had strep, but she couldn’t afford to get all of their medicines today, so she was only going to get one and divide it up between the children.

S told me to go ahead and ring her up for all three of the medicines; he said that they were only $2 each, and she would be able to afford them. So I rang up all three and told her that it was $6. The lady told me that she could only afford one of them. So I told her that would be $2. She started to cry and told me “the price went up! I don’t have $2, I’ll have to come back tomorrow.” And she started to walk away.

I immediately pulled out the small wad of bills that I had in my pocket and called out to her “wait, I’ll give you the money myself” but before she could even turn around to look at me the man that was standing behind her in line had put $10 on the counter and told me to use that to pay for her medicine. The lady protested, and said that she was so embarrassed and couldn’t possibly accept the money.

We all insisted that she take the medicine and told her that we’ve all been there before. L told her that the man who gave her the money was being blessed by giving the money to her. It was a heartwarming moment.