Monday, November 21, 2011
An open letter to a few things that are annoying me
Dear Target,
You used to be my salvation. You used to be a good reason not to go to Wal-Mart. Not anymore. Your pharmacy SUCKS. The pharmacist was rude. She wouldn't give me a bag. She was too busy to look at me to see I had a puking child. I had to get my own bag.
Me (holding bag of vomit) "Where would you like me to put this?" (though I had a few ideas where I'd like to put it)
Pharmacist making about $110,000 a year: "um...in the bathroom?"
Me: "sounds like you don't clean the bathroom...um are there any other options?"
Some sweet teen employee called the manager and he said he'd come over and fetch it, but it was taking him a long while. Finally the pharacist assistant who probably makes $9 an hour comes over and double bags my kid's vomit so we can leave.
Assistant: "Feeling bad for you guys. I will wait for the manager."
Hey Pharmacist...that's how you treat people. From sick people to the people that clean the bathroom, treat others the way you would like to be treated.
~kisa~
You used to be my salvation. You used to be a good reason not to go to Wal-Mart. Not anymore. Your pharmacy SUCKS. The pharmacist was rude. She wouldn't give me a bag. She was too busy to look at me to see I had a puking child. I had to get my own bag.
Me (holding bag of vomit) "Where would you like me to put this?" (though I had a few ideas where I'd like to put it)
Pharmacist making about $110,000 a year: "um...in the bathroom?"
Me: "sounds like you don't clean the bathroom...um are there any other options?"
Some sweet teen employee called the manager and he said he'd come over and fetch it, but it was taking him a long while. Finally the pharacist assistant who probably makes $9 an hour comes over and double bags my kid's vomit so we can leave.
Assistant: "Feeling bad for you guys. I will wait for the manager."
Hey Pharmacist...that's how you treat people. From sick people to the people that clean the bathroom, treat others the way you would like to be treated.
~kisa~
Dear virus that is trying to kill Thanksgiving,
You were not invited here and you have over stayed your welcome. Get out!
You gave Little G a cough, which turned into pnemonia, which turned into an ear infection which led to a ruptured ear drum. Don't let me forget about the 24 hours of vomitting.
Both girls are coughing. I am pretending not too cough but am definately loosing my voice. Hubby has a sinus infection and we all know how well men do when they are sick. Don't deny it--you all know it is true.
We are supposed to be getting ready to travel to my sisters for Thanksgiving.
You have 12 hours to get your ugly green microscopic ass out of my house. I have Lysol and I've been using it!
~kisa
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- kisatrtle
- I'm a 41 year old (gasp) freelance writer, school cafeteria manager, wife and mother. I have three children and one anxious and overweight beagle. I use my blog to make others laugh, to share some cool crafts, to document my lunchlady adventures and to lament about the challenges faced by us all on the journey called life. Thanks for visiting. Please leave some crack...um...I meant some comments.
2 random thoughts:
aw hope little one feels better for thanksgiving
I hate rude people and people who are supposed to be in a 'service' profession and give no service or try to get by with giving the least amount possible.
Giving the pharmacist the benifit of the doubt, maybe he/she didn't want to 'contaminate' the pharmacy, but even then, she/he could have called for someone to come help. Hope y'all are feeling better.