About Me

In the quiet moments at the end of the day, when so much fills your mind and emotions overload your heart, this is the space where I free those thoughts and let them take over These are the thoughts of love and life, joys and frustrations, things I've learned, and my life's failures. In black and white.

Friday, May 11, 2012

where did all the smart ones go?

Tomorrow is my last day working at my job.  It wasn't a career or anything, just a job,  I'm the girl who took your prescription, put it through your insurance plan, took the stock bottle off the shelf, counted them out, slapped the label on, had the pharmacist go over it, and gave it back to you with a smile.  That's me.  Until the end of tomorrow, that's me.
So I had to train this new girl to start working upon my departure.  OMG.  You know when you meet people and you just want to smack them?  Not because they said something to you that was so insulting or anything, but just because of WHO THEY ARE?  To be fair, I liked her in the beginning. I thought she was a little too chirpy, I thought she sang along way too damn much with the radio that plays all day long, and I thought she was pretty fake.  But as long as she stood out of my way, I was okay with that.  Just let me show you what your job entails, let me help you understand it as best you can while I am here, and then you're off to the races.

I am not sure how she ever managed to answer a telephone at home since she can't answer a telephone at work.  I don't know how she managed to remember a phone number, a person's name, or what she has to do on a daily basis since she can't remember something someone asked her a second ago before the words, "let me go check" came out of her mouth.  Sometimes I wonder if she's even thinking when she is working.  How do people like this get by in the world?  She doesn't even remember people's names....but don't worry about that since most prescriptions have their names on it...but don't use any common sense to actually read it so you can remember their name.  How does someone totally forget what happened 3 seconds ago when asked about "Who handed you this prescription?" Apparently it just came out of thin air. 

But boy does she like to make it look like she owns the place. She has NO IDEA what goes on but she loves to act like she owns the whole damn place.

Oh, and she likes to touch people.  She is forever rubbing my back or touching my arm or giving me a little squeeze.  Don't touch me.  I don't know you.  You don't know me.  My personal space bubble is about two feet all around me and so, I don't think your dirty little hands should be near me.  I don't like being touched by people I don't know, and I certainly don't like being touched by people who annoy the hell out of me.

And this little girl has a hot hot temper with a wicked angry streak running right up the middle of her.  WOO HOO!  She laid into me one night and I think it angered her that I didn't really react back.

But you know what?  Tomorrow is my last day!  Woo hoo last day, last day, last day!!!!  And I will never have to listen to her whiny fake overly sugary voice again.  I will never have to deal with her Jekyll and Hyde personality (it was kind of starting to get crazy).  I will never again have to cringe when all common sense goes out the window and she says something that makes me wonder how she got her shoes on the right feet that day. 

You know, who is the fool now?  I spent this post thinking about her and devoting time and energy into thinking about her.  Damn.  She wins again...

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