I just published a new post, like, this very minute and it decided to place itself AFTER my party post. WEIRD. So I'm going to do another new one, THIS VERY SECOND, let's see where it wants to sit.
I went on a placement for a week at Lloyds pharmacy and oh my days, they were the most lacklustre five days of my life. I learnt a few things but not many because I with a locum the whole time and she'd only just qualified in July, so was lacking the experience and couldn't answer my endless questions.
The staff just sit around eating for most of the day since they have nothing to do. When it does get busy, it's only about four customers at a time ..most of them being the addicts. The addicts are quite creepy. They try to pocket small items like nytol or paracetamol, and don't even bother being discrete, despite knowing that the security guard is watching them. Obviously they get caught and are told to leave the store ¬_¬ I mean seriously? What is the point in that? ...morons I tell you.
Today, an addict by the name of Chris Daffer came in. He saw me standing in the dispensary not doing much so he approached looking very angry and sort of drunk. Immediately, I backed up and shouted for Imran (the security guard). He came running up to the till, grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him back, informing him harshly that he wasn't permitted to cross the counter. Chris snarled at me and spat, ''WHERE'S MY METH?!''
I turned my back on him, ignoring him and went to hide under the bench by the CD cabinet. Drunken muckfuck, as if I'm gonna measure his dose after he's just spat at me.
There are so many addicts though, close to 100. That branch probably generates most of its profits from selling all that methadone.
Yesterday was awful. Just plain awful. The pharmacy manager, Baz, was there. And he was testing me. The questions were so pointless and simple that I didn't even have to think about the answer. Lo and behold, here was the outcome;
Baz: ''Do you know the route of delivery for suppositories then?''
Me: ''Yeah! Anal!''
Baz: ''errm ..*stares awkwardly*''
Me: ''.....''
''Oh fuck, I mean rectal ...*dies*'' O_O
Not only did I swear in front of my manager, I said 'anal.' I mean, how absolutely embarrassing. I got excited when I heard a question that I knew the answer to, so I ended up not thinking about it at all ..and obviously my mind was elsewhere, all pharmaceutical terms escaping me. As soon as the moment passed, he roared with laughter ..and everyone else followed. Then the jokes came and I could've just died from the sheer embarrassment, though eventually I did manage to laugh. What a day.
Albeit being so dreary, I think I enjoy working. I'd like to work in a quiet pharmacy after I qualify cause it'd be like getting paid to do nothing and since pharmacists don't get a real lunch break, having no patients would do nicely as a break from standing up 24-7.
Why am I blogging so much? I should be revising the nightmare that is pharmacology. And clinical pharmacy, and dosage form & manufacture, and drug development, and oh my life ..EVERYTHING ELSE.
I went on a placement for a week at Lloyds pharmacy and oh my days, they were the most lacklustre five days of my life. I learnt a few things but not many because I with a locum the whole time and she'd only just qualified in July, so was lacking the experience and couldn't answer my endless questions.
The staff just sit around eating for most of the day since they have nothing to do. When it does get busy, it's only about four customers at a time ..most of them being the addicts. The addicts are quite creepy. They try to pocket small items like nytol or paracetamol, and don't even bother being discrete, despite knowing that the security guard is watching them. Obviously they get caught and are told to leave the store ¬_¬ I mean seriously? What is the point in that? ...morons I tell you.
Today, an addict by the name of Chris Daffer came in. He saw me standing in the dispensary not doing much so he approached looking very angry and sort of drunk. Immediately, I backed up and shouted for Imran (the security guard). He came running up to the till, grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him back, informing him harshly that he wasn't permitted to cross the counter. Chris snarled at me and spat, ''WHERE'S MY METH?!''
I turned my back on him, ignoring him and went to hide under the bench by the CD cabinet. Drunken muckfuck, as if I'm gonna measure his dose after he's just spat at me.
There are so many addicts though, close to 100. That branch probably generates most of its profits from selling all that methadone.
Yesterday was awful. Just plain awful. The pharmacy manager, Baz, was there. And he was testing me. The questions were so pointless and simple that I didn't even have to think about the answer. Lo and behold, here was the outcome;
Baz: ''Do you know the route of delivery for suppositories then?''
Me: ''Yeah! Anal!''
Baz: ''errm ..*stares awkwardly*''
Me: ''.....''
''Oh fuck, I mean rectal ...*dies*'' O_O
Not only did I swear in front of my manager, I said 'anal.' I mean, how absolutely embarrassing. I got excited when I heard a question that I knew the answer to, so I ended up not thinking about it at all ..and obviously my mind was elsewhere, all pharmaceutical terms escaping me. As soon as the moment passed, he roared with laughter ..and everyone else followed. Then the jokes came and I could've just died from the sheer embarrassment, though eventually I did manage to laugh. What a day.
Albeit being so dreary, I think I enjoy working. I'd like to work in a quiet pharmacy after I qualify cause it'd be like getting paid to do nothing and since pharmacists don't get a real lunch break, having no patients would do nicely as a break from standing up 24-7.
Why am I blogging so much? I should be revising the nightmare that is pharmacology. And clinical pharmacy, and dosage form & manufacture, and drug development, and oh my life ..EVERYTHING ELSE.
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