Wasted Space

weeeee Halloween

This is not a post.

It has been a while hasn't it. I would like to say that my abrupt departure had to do with a scheme with grand designs but that is not the case. I just took an extended sabbatical from the net. Well that not really the case either it just seems that one day i just stopped posting, life has a way of making you move faster than you are prepared to run.

Recap on a few things.



Okay first my vacation did not go as planned. First week, well really three days was spent lounging and loafing. Second week was supposed to be the fun activities week for the family, but my son came down with an unexpected fever. Two day of fever I took him to the doctor, the doctor said it was probably a virus, ran a strep test. Okay so if it a virus the only thing to do really is comfort measures. Over the course of three days after the doctor visit his temperature began to taper out and his general deposition begin to improve. Then he started to develop a cough at first I thought it to be possible related to the fever, a summer time cold or flu. The cough at first was dry it grew progressively wet, time to go to the doctor again. At this point, I was thinking bronchitis. The doctor, listen to his chest, told me it could be one of two things, bronchitis or pneumonia. Fifteen minutes and a chest x-ray later, the result are in, a touch of pneumonia in the left lower lung. Doc gave me a script for augmentin good stuff.



Then comes the fun.



It had rained earlier in the afternoon, very heavy, very nasty. I went to Walgreens to fill his script, they could not process the script because power due to the heavy rains, had been knocked out the computer system down. I inquired about another Walgreens in the near by area, same situation, for all of them. Apparently, although Walgreens carries a low quality line of surge protectors no one thought of actually using them. So now the pharmacy tech asked me what I would like to do, and in so many words, I asked for the script back and decided to go to CVS.



CVS was a nightmare. It took ten minutes from some one in the pharmacy to notice I was there. Finally some one came took my information, and the script from me. Then the dreaded preordained question, which queried to everyone, when would you like to pick this up? It has come to my attention that no matter what time you give it never actually done on time, sometimes you wait an extra five, sometime ten minutes. This had never been a problem for me I would rather wait a few extra minutes and have to job done right. I asked how fast, could the pharmacist have the prescription filled. Thirty minutes was the time giving to me, I said that would be fine the time was eight forty five. Thirty minutes from eight forty five is nine fifteen, in that time I took my son home, called his mother spoke to her regarding his current condition, left him at home with Rachael, then return to CVS. Being that it was still raining lightly and traffic was particularly heavy this evening I did not arrive to CVS until nine twenty five. Surprise the prescription was not ready. No problem the pharmacist himself told me he would get right on it, I suspected that it the while the script was queued to be filled but had not made it that far. Five or ten more minutes on top of what I already gave them were not going to kill me. I read one of those trash rag magazine from cover to cover apparently Brittney spears is about ready to chuck o' K'Fed to the curb. Thirty minutes after the original time given to me, I stood back up in line. Pharmacist looked at me again with a confounded and confused look and asked the name of the prescription. I told him yet again, now I began to suspect something. The prescription was not even in the damn queue, it seems the slack jaw pharm tech had not entered nor passed the hard copy to the pharmacist. Now if the prescription had been for me, it might not have mattered as much, but it was not for me it was for my son and now Papa bear was getting angry. The time is ten o'clock at night and now I am starting to get pissed and it shows. All I want to do is just to the medicine, go home to give and give any son the first dose of antibiotics. Another set back, they are having problems with my insurance; they said it was "expired". Which I found odd because you think the doctors office would had said some thing about it, and Blue cross and blue shield needs to send you a nice letter politely telling you that they are no longer covering your sick ass. Also my medical insurance is through my employer, I work for the government, BCBS is contracted by the government, meaning that if I was "expired" or dropped BCBS has some explaining to do because they take 135.59 every pay period for the last six years, without terminating of policy notification. That is not the case; the case is that the pharmacy departments at CVS at this particular time were all cock mongering fucktards.



I told them not so nicely that I did not care. I would pay for the medicine out right. I glanced at eh clock the time is ten-ten. So the pharmacist sauntered over to the counter leered down his nose to me and circle the price, Sixty-five dollars and ninety-nine cents. His condescending nature I believe was the fuck you, you fuckity fuck point. Papa bear wants blood now, so I decide to put him in his place, my repose was this: "Look I know I have tan skin and I am definitely Spanish, particularly Puerto Rican. Let me explain something to you, unlike the other Spanish people who may come in here, which may or may not pick strawberries for I living in can most assuredly tell you that I do not. In fact, I could pay this paltry sum four times over with easy. So why don't you go back there fill the God damn prescription so I can fucking pay for it and leave this little shit hole where up until now I have been waiting patiently for the last hour waiting for you to fill the fucking script which was supposed to be done at nine fifteen. Five minutes later, I had the medicine in my hand and was out the door.



I think that aside form the condescending, unfriendly attitude I receive from the pharmacy staff, the fact that I knew the medicine in question was already pre-measured in a bottle and that it only need sterile water added to it to be constituted to a liquid. Side note he got off easy, my son's mother would have been far, far more intolerant and he have two new assholes not just one as I gave him. Small, angry Latina woman, especially when it concerns the boy. In the end, the boy received his medicine, soon to have a follow up with the doctor, and every one lived happily ever after except the pharmacy department at CVS, they still suck.

Back from a two week vacation. Doing nothing for two weeks sure is tiring.

Seattle friend came into town for a day. According to some we ate like hobbits, breakfast, second breakfast ect. Did a lot of walking, and not a damn thing else, then he left for his part of the country.

It amuses me to no end when I receive a random journal hit. I enjoy the fact someone has stumbled across my little space, maybe that person will learn something about me maybe not, but either way it is amusing.

This reminds me of when I lived in Panama.

In 1987, my class at Los Rios elementary school participated in a school wide program. We each took an index card wrote a brief narrative about ourselves, wrote the school address, and a small blurb asking the finder to describe themselves and where the card was found. The index cards were taken away to be laminated and a hole was then punched through the individual cards. After the lamination process, the students then tied the card to a balloon filled with helium. The students and faculty all assembled on to the playground and then almost simultaneously released the balloons. I will admit releasing hundreds of helium filled rubber balloons probably was not very eco friendly, but it was a sight watching all of those balloons race up to meet the sky.

The idea behind all this was simple the balloons would all sail away, be found by someone. The person would then mail back the cards, accompanied with a letter written by the person who found the letter. I don't think many of the index cards were ever found. I always imagined mine flew too high, popped and the card landed either in the ocean or in the jungle.

My back is starting to hurt again; it was bothering me last night. I had to sleep on the floor. Looks like I may need to find my pain meds, yea better living through pharmacology.

With the new ad program I can now happily and proudly say: look at me am a marketing whore.

Not for or against the campain I understand the idea behind it all, it just that my layouts tend to be minilist in nature so having all the bells and whistles just doesn’t suit my personality. This post is really just about my need to say “look at me am a marketing whore.” Because it amuses me.