Supertech's been on vacation this week, and she's missing the fun.

For instance, On Monday or Tuesday, BossRPh declared that in an effort to increase our script counts and get croporate off our backs, Thursday was to be "Tossed Salad Thursday" and that Friday was going to be "Fellatio Friday." This was amusing to me. It got even more amusing when the fill-in tech, a young guy who really can't stop his mouth from saying things it probably shouldn't sometimes, told StressedRPh that today was Tossed Salad Thursday. She briefly looked happy to hear that, probably thinking we meant to order lunch from the pizza place up the road that makes great salads. I think she got the idea that it was a dirty thing only when Techboy explained that tomorrow is Fellatio Friday.

Yesterday, one of our Viagra junkies got a new script for Cialis. He called up today to tell me that it wasn't working at all, let alone the 36 hours that it's advertised to supposed to... er... have an effect, and we needed to call his MD to get him more refills on the Viagra.

One of our really annoying guys, the weird one who likes to cover his hands with a tissue when he uses the pen at the counter (but has no problem touching the money that nasty women put in their bras), called up on Monday to ask if he could have one of his friends bring in his scripts because he'd just gotten out of surgery. We told him that'd be fine and to send them down. He didn't show up until yesterday, 15 minutes before the store closed, and naturally had some sort of issue that kept the pharmacy open an extra 5 minutes for some stupid-ass reason that I can't remember.

One of the front store supervisors got asked out today by a rather creepy guy. He's creepy as hell, admits to being a crackhead, and his arms can only be classified as REALLY FUCKED UP. Like, one is missing, and the other has a single finger growing out of the other shoulder.

We're supposed to ask customers picking up prescriptions if they have any questions on the medications. We usually manage to do it to about 95% of the people, ignoring the ones who are picking up Viagra or people who have been getting the same thing every month since Carter was in office. This afternoon, Techboy came up with an ingenious way of fulfilling this requirement by asking a patient "So how's that working out for you?" This wouldn't have been nearly as amusing if it wasn't for the fact that the guy was picking up the meds for his schizophrenia.

Tomorrow is Friday, which means that it's the last day of the week. I'm going to attempt to get a morning run in outside if the rain holds off, do another 30 Day Shred, go to work, and with any luck we'll be going to the drive-in on Saturday.