This is the only good one. Larry David is the man.
Can we ever fix this? Will we ever be seen as more than dispensers? “Why so long when all you do is take the pills from a big bottle and put them in a small bottle?” OR “I’ve had them before. You don’t need to label them. Just sell them to me.” I do believe that a Guild could go far in getting this fixed. The APhA does do no shit. The Pharmacy schools do not put steel in the spines of the children they are training. How about a little arrogance. Like our friend Mark in Bradenton, “I am the pharmacist, Ma’am.” A dark pause. “Your doctor is wrong.”
This young man irritates the shit out of me. Did he think that it was supposed to be fun? ”You are like 25 years old, Fuckhead.” He probably thought that all he needed was a license and they would give him $120,000.00 a year for having fun. This is a DISPENSING GAME right now, idiot. It is anything but fun. Couldn’t you see that? You did not do your due diligence regarding a job that requires six years of your life and at least $120,000.00 in costs. That is a state school and not books, expenses and room and board. You go to TOURO, one of the new schools that requires that you have a Bachelor’s when entering. Four more years.. $160,000.00 tuition.. Four years. So, Fuckhead, FIX IT, asshole. You are young. Communicate with other young pharmacists. Keep out of debt. Take action. But don’t whine to me or my friends Goose, Peon and Steve. they will run you outta town and not be gentle with your precious ego. I am sure that someone has told your mother that pharmacy is,.. well, not really a medical profession.
The famous scene from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. This from a community theater production.
Here is a brief description of the pharmacist as he is introduced in Morley’s novel:
“Mr. Weintraub entered the shop, a solid Teutonic person with discolored pouches under his eyes and a face that was a potent argument for prohibition.”Though he doesn’t come off with a comely appearance, at least this pharmacist seems committed to excellence within his profession. When asked about smoking, Weintraub responded
“Me? I never smoke. I must have steady nerves in my profession. Druggists who smoke make up bad prescriptions.”
This brief poem mentions a pharmacist (the ‘chemist’), and alludes to the dangers and uncertainties involved in mixing chemicals, comparing the compounding art to marriage and its potentials for disaster. Edgar Lee Masters (1868-1950) was an American poet and biographer. Himself twice married, one has to wonder if the poem has a bit of a biographical element as well.
Here is the poem:
Only the druggist can tell, and not always the druggist,
What will result from compounding
Fluids or solids.
And who can tell
How men and women will interact
On each other, or what children will result?
There were Benjamin Pantier and his wife,
Good in themselves, but evil toward each other:
He oxygen, she hydrogen,
Their son, a devastating fire.
I Trainor, the druggist, a mixer of chemicals,
Killed while making an experiment,
Once again the pharmacist in this short-story by O. Henry (himself a pharmacist before turning author) comes off in a poor light. The clever tale begins, however, with a witty description of the pharmacist:
“The druggist is a counselor, a confessor, an adviser, an able and willing missionary and mentor whose learning is respected, whose occult wisdom is venerated, and whose medicine is often poured, untasted, into the gutter.”
But as the story unfolds, Ikey (the pharmacist) is exposed as a jealous friend who seeks to undermine the efforts of his comrade to marry the girl of his dreams. He connives a devious and deadly plan to eliminate this competitor for the female he fancies. Ultimately, however, his efforts fail. Down go all of Ikey’s hopes for marrying his secret love, and down again goes the reputation of our humble profession as pharmacists.