At 7:30 AM, every fourth Friday, this young (25 Y0) pharmacist has to go to a “A Store Meeting”. I’d guess that rarely do they ever discuss pharmacy issues. Probably because they are ignorant of what goes on in the pharmacy. They can’t fit the pharmacy into the variety store paradigm. It is a mind-bender for the cosmetic girl. The guy who stocks the OTC section wonders out loud why the pharmacy staff can’t face his shelves. I honestly think that the companies that keep a thick firewall between the pharmacy and the store floor will be the most successful. It does not work to have a night school assistant manager threaten to write a pharmacist up because she refuses to refill a hydrocodone/APAP Rx because it has No Refills. The patient shows the vial with 1 refill remaining on the label to the assistant and the manager goes ape-shit. The result is an interruption in the flow of the pharmacy. The pharmacist has to call the Pharmacy District guy. The DM has to call the store manager. By now, the write-up has been circulated among the other managers at this store. Some of them share this with managers in other stores under the file name: Stupid Pharmacist.. Again.
The firewall that we need must have this over the door. Mind your own business.
The 25 Y0 pharmacist wrote this. He asked that I not mention where he is and to make it anonymous. Tell me. why are so many pharmacists so scared?
We have donuts at the monthly store meetings. It was my turn to bring the donuts. The store always reimburses the employee for the expense. Ours is a busy store. Especially now with all of the Snow Birds coming to town. We have over 20 employees, but less than 30. I went to Dunkin Donuts. It was out of my way. I bought 4 dozen donuts. Two dozen fancy ones and two dozen plain.
When I gave the store manager the receipt, he said, “What is this for.”
“It’s the receipt for the donuts I bought for the meeting.”
“I’m not paying you for all of the creamy ones.”
“You have to,” I argued and the discussion got loud.
He just ignored me. He dismissed me with a wave. ”That’s why you get the big bucks,” he said to my back. ”You can afford it.”
I called my District Manager and almost lost it when he asked me, ”Why am I always having to put out your fires?”
This happened the morning of December 6th. He still hasn’t given me my money back. My husband says that I should be more forceful. He offered to go in to the manager’s office and get it for me.