Look, I don't want to be a nagging bitch, but I shouldn't have to ask the same pharmacy to put the same prescription on the same auto-refill schedule three fucking times within one month.
I have gotten word-for-word the exact same reply every time I have asked. "Oh yes, no problem, I will do that for you right now, okay. Have a nice day."
Yeah, I would excepttttt for the fact that I'm pretty confident I will walk in there tomorrow to finally pick it up and get a confused look and be told that it will be ready tomorrow and no problem, I will do that for you right now, okay.
It should not be this difficult!!
Besides, it's gd birth control. I'm sure there's some reason pharmacies don't automatically put those on auto-refill, but it still irks me. I put in an Rx for "take as needed" pain pills after dental surgery and they call me with an auto-refill a month later. I didn't even know it had refills on that! Apparently birth control is not as important and routine enough to auto-refill as serious pain meds.. ?
Quick update to the fiasco from yesterday.
I stopped again to get gas. This time I went to Pump 8. When it flashed "ENTER PIN" I hit the first number, and the screen immediately displayed an asterisk, and then three more as I keyed in the last 3. And proceeded to complete the transaction without a problem. I went inside, and discovered a man I've seen before behind the counter. I greeted him, and then asked if he had the manager's name and number handy. He said "sure," and got it for me (and no surprise: they don't match what I got the other day) -- I asked him who (other manager's name) was, and he said "Oh, that's our last manager, but she hasn't worked here in a couple months. What's going on?" I filled him in on yesterday, and he sighed. "Yeah, we've known about the problem with the keypads for a while, but we can't seem to get anyone to come fix it." I asked him why there weren't any signs to that effect.
Get this: originally there WERE signs, asking people to pay inside or pay with credit since that didn't require a pin and would automatically authorize. But people kept ripping them off. So the attendants would use the intercom to let the drivers know to come inside or use credit if they saw the drivers standing at the pump for more than a minute. I told him the intercom wouldn't have done me any good, and he nodded. "I know, I'm sorry, I'm not sure what else to do." I thanked him and told him I'd talk to the manager and relay both interactions, complimenting him on his helpfulness and complaining about his companion's UNhelpfulness.
So that's that.
This is more of a WTF!
My friend Amanda emailed me about how she lost her phone. It's really cool that the cab driver brought her lost phone back to her when he didn't have to. What makes it a WTF is what she found in her phone. I think it's rather funny so I thought I'd share:
So Friday night was a long needed, highly anticipated, fun disaster!! Nothing like hanging with great friends and making new friends on a Friday night. I lost my cell (my blackberry aka my LIFE!!) and the cab driver returned my phone to me on Sunday morning! At first this little scruffy bearded fellow acknowledged me by informing me that I did not leave him a good enough tip. “Oh my gosh”, I thought to myself, “I am such a cheap drunk!” So I hurried around the house trying to find any cash (really- who even carries cash anymore, we’ve all seen the VISA commercials!) I found a ONE dollar bill. I felt so horrible and apologized.
Feeling incredibly embarrassed, I quickly thought I’d send him a thank you card and nice gift certificate to thank him for all of his troubles. “WOW!!” I thought, “what a great person to come all the way back over here a few days later to return this to me! Gosh, what a nice person! I am so thankful, and I must have done something really good to deserve this karma!”
Of course, you already know I was really thinking all of this over that much too! But I’ll wrap this up….So as I call T-mobile and ask them to turn my service back on- I look through my phone and I realize that (in his own words) "6'2" caramel, brown skinned, Cool Ass Jack is trying to loves to eat p*ssy…. from the back, suck on tidies (yes- that is how he spelled it) and is "freak really!"
OUTRAGGED! This nasty ass, illiterate, PERVERT was shopping for prostitutes on my blackberry! Emailing, calling, and searching the web all at the mercy of my blackberry!! Man! I don’t even want to know where this sick guys hands were or where he and my phone ended up that night! And the fkr didn’t’ even have the courtesy to erase the messages after AND then tells me I didn’t leave him a good enough tip........ ooooooooooohhhhh HELL NO!! (Damn- that felt good to say that!)
Only me, really only me!
I'm happy I got my phone back, and I took some rubbing alcohol to it. Now I just need to make sure the police don’t come looking for me thinking that I was soliciting! Lmao!!