Pharmacy is at a crossroads. We are not sure of our identity or ethos, and it’s time to get over the angst, get off our collective asses, and do something about it. The malaise of our profession goes back decades to the days of the literal corner pharmacy. We were friendly to each other, but always had our fingers crossed behind our backs when we agreed on things. God forbid we worked together for the greater good. When the first insurance plans that eroded our reimbursement rates were disclosed, we were up in arms. Then came the plans which prohibited the number of refills allowed at the retail level, thus initiating the mail order era. We had meetings and tacitly agreed not to take these plans. Of course, there were always one or two stores that wanted that leg up on the other guy and greedily signed the contracts. This was the death knell of a once respected profession and ushered in the era of pharmacy as a commodity. Chain pharmacy was poking its head up at this point in time and would sign any contract; so, the results were probably inevitable anyway, but independent pharmacists were the catalyst of this transformation. Once the flood gates were opened, the rush became indomitable, and professional pharmacy was doomed.
Pharmacy, like all professions, is rife with problematic situations. While there may be a myriad of topics to discuss, the one that always provokes the most fervent reaction is the asshole customer. That arrogant, self entitled person who bleeds blue and shits ice cream. The quandary is the wheel upon which we ride; we hate them, but they pay our salary. You can yell at your tech, your manager, even your boss, but must placate these assholes. Some of us are good at dealing with these twits and the shit just rolls off. Others, not so much. We mumble under our breath, slam the phone, kick the printer and are prime candidates for a cardiac event, or at least the development of a nervous tic. So, if any of the following describes your behavior, and one day you see your pharmacist being wheeled away with his eyes all glazed over, drooling and in restraints, you know something has just shorted out, and your actions are no doubt a contributing factor. You just might be an asshole: