Pharmacy won't give me my pain meds. First it hadn't been refilled, then I hadn't been prescribed it, then they didn't carry it. In three minutes. Now it is a controlled substance they have to verify. Dude, it was refilled this morning. I get it every week. My doctor knows. Now the manager is looking into it. I'm going to throw a fit, and of course I have to breathe through an adrenaline dump.

I hate new people.

that I hate with the passion I have for their

... Damn! This reminds there is one thing at TJ's that I fiery passion HATE but I can't remember what it is.

From my extensive knowledge gained by spending about 90 seconds on their website*, Wegman's looks like an awesome grocery store where you can buy things that you can buy (in their original packaging) in groceries stores, so not precisely like TJ's, but they look awesome.

*I'M AN EXPERT!

I hate new people.

I am hating on your behalf as well. Give ita her pain meds or she will share her pain, dude.

Everything crackers. I shouldn't buy them.

There's a Wegman's up in Hunt Valley, but it is a wee bit too overwhelming and the shoppers are craaaaazed, man. And dark. I don't like dark grocery stores.

The Chicago NW 'burbs have a mini-chain of supermarkets called Caputo's, which started out as an Italian fruit/veggie market and has grown extensively. They have the best selection of just about every fruit and veggie (except, for some reason, apples), and their Italian food selection is terrific. After I discovered them and took my mom there once, she would ask if we could stop by the store every time she came to visit. The prices there are the best thing about them--I walk out of there with four bags of produce, pasta, and other assorted groceries for less than $12.

I can't stop watching Dawson's Creek videos on youtube. I blame Pacey-Con.

Douchenozzles.

I know, I know, I have "being right" issues. But all I'd have liked was some attempt at an explanation for their obvious inconsistencies. I hate when people don't even think it's worth trying to cover their ass. How can my prescription not have been filled and then me not have been prescribed the medication? While he was telling me they didn't carry it, I could see it on the shelf. I had to tell them what the generic name was.

I'd never seen any of these people before, and I'm there at least once a week.

The manager looked over it for three minutes and said I was okay. Waste of her time and mine.

So! I will not have a headache in the next ten minutes for the next hour. Good to know.

The fact that a pharmacy tech doesn't know the name of a generic for a given drug is Bigtime Fucked Up. I hope he was a tech, anyway, and not the pharmacist. Jesus.

My mom's been through so much of that with her amount of pain and other meds over the years, and they've actually followed their pharmacist from store to store because she knows the deal.

Yay for no headache, though.

DH has been trying to get a new website for his employer approved. The 61 year old woman in charge of the current website asked what's wrong with it--besides the fact that it isn't "hip." And she used air quotes.

Well, any Irish stepdancing looks like Flatley, right? He tinged it.

I have vague recollections of Barrowman talking about doing Scottish dancing competitions growing up. Or that could just be a dream.