so i went to work, like they (growl, snarl, hiss) told me to. i walked in, and before i even got in the door, my manager calls out, "hey sonee, after you punch in, come right up front to checkouts!" so now, after learning all this cool stuff, and feeling important and stuff, i'm reduced to monkey work again, pretty much only because the people who write the checks don't have the foresight to understand that when they rid us of two pharmacists, they should probably have a backup plan. it's illegal for us to even hand out previously pharmasist approved scripts, without him there to counsil the patient. all the reasoning in the world isn't going to make beatrice feel any better about not having arthur's lipitor. ok, so i made that one up.. but people are pissed.

i'm pissed, too, i forgot my patch this morning, and i'm stuck on one of the biggest shopping days of the year at a cash register. you should have seen me glower. so when i got my chance, i made a bee-line for donna. she and i managed to convince the managers that it would be better for us to go home today, and come in tomorrow, because if there's a pharmacist tomorrow, it will be a day from hell. mostly, this is true. it's funny, but i'd rather work a million hours in the pharmacy for nothing, than today cashiering.