Evil pharmacist T_T

This is probably the shittiest week ever. So yeah, on Tuesday and Wednesday I got really suicidal. And that depression pretty much carries on for the rest of the week. My 40-hour free labor makes me a little happier though.

Then comes Friday, my paid work. It was freakin' busy. All the techs are gone for training so there were only 2 techs+ me filling as opposed to 5+ techs. Again, they tried to have me consult. Again, I declined. Apparently, they really want me to do consults 'cause the manager called me over to watch her consults. The funny story of the day is when some guy came in for 100 Levitra. I was like, uh...typing mistake? Pharmacist was like "oh, maybe the guy has some pulmonary problem and has to take this long term. You see, this drug was originally used for that blah blah blah. That's when the clerk leans in and tells us that the guy said he's using it for sex. Me, the pharmacist, and the clerk were like laughing our asses off.

So at night, when it's slow, I started do a few consults. That's not too bad. I was feeling pretty confident now. Then, the freakin' relief pharmacist starts to ask me all these questions. I'm like, ok, that's fine. I'm used to pharmacist asking me stuff. But then he starts grilling me w/ questions which I just went "I don't know." And he kept telling me how I'm missing the big picture. Well, that went on for a while. And long story short, he made me cry. This week was bad enough w/ me feeling like a failure, and he has to make me feel like I'm never be good enough to be a pharmacist. I cried all the way back from work. And then I cried for another hour in Corinna's room while I vent (was trying to get some booze so that I'd pass out). I hope I never see that douchebag again.

Ironically, on Sunday, I ended up doing consults all morning. It got busy, so Sam had me help her w/ consults. I just went and ask her stuff if I'm not sure. Like if it sounded like a serious drug. So I got pretty comfortable w/ consults now...I think. btw. I made a girl cry today.

So I was giving consults on eyedrops for mom w/ twins.
Me: Ok, so which one is Grace?
Mom: This is Grace, right here.
Grace (3-yr-old): WWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
Mom: It's ok, honey. She's not a doctor.
Grace: WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Yeah, white coat = doctor.