So, I’ve had all sorts of trouble with a drug store in our little town. I wrote about it here, and some pharmacist flew off the handle. Remember that?
Well, last time I was there I got a 90-day supply of blood pressure pills, and told the couldn’t-care-less cashier they had one more chance. If they screw up my next prescription, in any manner, I’m walking. And the mule-stupid bitch looked back at me with dead eyes, and ludicrous earrings, and shrugged, “Whatever.”
So, I went over there a few days ago to pick up my next 90-day supply — after I received a phone call telling me it was ready — and they had “no record of it.” They called my cell phone, and told me it was ready! And now they were baffled and confused as to why I would think I had something ready for pick-up.
You see? People think I exaggerate, and walk around waiting to be irritated. But this kind of crap happens ALL THE TIME. The cashier didn’t even offer to investigate, and try to solve the problem. Oh no. She just kept saying, “Don’t have anything for you,” and looking over my shoulder, willing the next customer to approach the throne.
I’ll never set foot in that shithouse again. They don’t care, I know, but it’s about all I can do. Everybody says you shouldn’t do business with bloodless corporations, and stick with Mom and Pop stores instead. But what happens when Mom and Pop are a couple of fuck-ups who hire nobody but surly GED whores to be the face of the operation?
What percentage of the American population actually gives a shit at this point? What’s your guess? 40? Or is it lower? The amount of incompetence I encounter blows my mind. It’s everywhere, in every nook and cranny. When you call for a doctor’s appointment… when you get an oil change… when you order a freakin’ pizza… It doesn’t matter. People are lazy, unfocused sacks of shit.
I’ve gone mail-order with the pills. It’s been a giant nightmare, from day one. Target also sucked ass. This blood pressure medicine has done nothing but raise my blood pressure. Grrr… Stay tuned.
Also, a few days ago I decided I’d start using my personal Facebook page a little more. I’m feeling a bit isolated, because I do nothing but work and struggle with the Rubik’s Cube that my book manuscript has become. So, I thought a little mindless Facebook interaction would help.
Ha! Within minutes I was irritated.
The melodrama: “Eight years ago today I married the most wonderful person in the world, a woman who truly completes me, the love of my life…” Will somebody please hand me the puke bucket? Good god!
The ambiguous sympathy junkies: “I have never felt such emotional pain. Devastated.” EVERY week??
And then there are the know-nothing political snarkers, the 5k walk assholes (I care more than you), and the every-fart-must-be-reported mommies, etc. So, I just X’d out of it. There was WAY too much annoying to wade through, so screw it.
Oh, and there’s one more thing… I’m not getting enough sleep. I’ve never had sleep problems in my life, until the last year or so. I’m close to exhausted all the time. It doesn’t help with my already low tolerance of bullshit; everything’s cranked way up, running wide open. I might have to start smoking pot or going to church or something.
I’m going to try a sleep experiment this coming weekend, to see if I can get back on the right track. I’ll let you know how it goes.
How are you feeling? Better than me, I hope. I’m a goddamn mess.