Well, I have another story about how I am a cold-hearted, mean person, but not on purpose, really.
Twice a week, the pharmacy where I work receives a warehouse shipment of drugs that are boxed up in plastic totes. We're a smaller store, so we generally get about a dozen totes, each containing about 40-60 bottles on average. One important thing to note is the fact that the front of the store gets shipments from the same warehouse, in the same totes, which are apparently tossed into a communal pile upon return, with the totes from the front freely co-mingling with the pharmacy ones.
Moving the medicine from the totes to the shelves is on my top ten "Bane of My Existence" list, so I was already less than thrilled. As I opened one of the totes today, it was apparent that it had been previously used in some sort of animal sacrifice, or possibly as a visual aid in potty-training a bus of diarrheal llamas. It was splattered in some sort of unidentifiable brown-red substance and had about a quarter inch of honest-to-God dirt in the bottom, upon which perched the medicine bottles, like dodo eggs from a former era. I was less than thrilled, and made the comment, "Man, what bunch of retards packed this?"
As the unloading continued and we found another tote that should have mandated a call to FEMA, my comments only grew worse. I brought up the probably inbreeding, excess chromosomes, and brain damage of the workers who packed the tote. I completely admit I was out of line, but I did not know how far out of line until my boss pointed out a simple fact:
Whom the Warehouse Hires
Yeah, I felt a little bad.
On a completely unrelated note, here is a text a friend of mine sent me that made me laugh out loud in the middle of class:
"We should joust sometime to prove who's cooler. Ill ride a steel unicorn with laser eyes and you can be on a Manticore composed of flames and children's tears."
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