My retirement poem from Rite Aid

I worked at Rite Aid as a Pharmacy Technician for a couple of years. One of the reasons that I became a pharmacy technician was because I was given the impression that I would get paid enough money to make it worth my while. (Wrong!)

When I started to work there I had been promised better pay raises (which never happened) and there came a time when I could make more money staying home than going to work. And then there was the fact that the newest pharmacist acted like a bully, and I decided that there was no reason in the world for me to go to work to be bullied if I could stay home and make more money selling life insurance and not be bullied. There were a lot of incidents, but the final straw was the day that he told me that I could not use the bathroom or get a drink of water unless it was my break.

That was the day I turned in my resignation! Sorry, boss, you don’t tell an American female employee that she can’t go to the bathroom unless it is her break! I did not walk off the job that day, I turned in a two week’s notice. If I could have arranged to stay there and work only the days that the “nice” pharmacist worked I would probably still be there.

I know that during my brief tenure there, I brought in many customers, and the sales increased substantially. It’s amazing what a difference a smiling face makes, you know what I mean?

I loved most of the customers, (and I miss most of them too) and I hope that I made their days a bit brighter when they came in to pick up their order. I miss some of the co-workers, too. I stopped working there June 16, 2011. On my last day of work, I read this self-composed poem aloud to the co-workers that were working with me.

My Retirement Poem

I’ve worked hard and that’s for sure
My motives always have been pure
Many customers I could lure
To this place to seek their cure

My smiling face they’d come to see
A joke, a song, a laugh for free
A friendly call “how do you be?”
Many became friends to me

Grow the business I would try
One more item would they buy
Would not let their children cry
Lollipops would dry their eye

Conversations short and long
Belting out a silly song
Helping others to stay strong
Roll my eyes when boss is wrong

Count the pills, take out the trash
Taking in the customer’s cash
Looking at a baby’s rash
Wearing earrings oh so brash

I’ve worked here now too many years
Calming down the patient’s fears
Greeting victories with my cheers
Ignoring the old geezer’s leers

For me to leave, this is the day
But not before I’ve had my say
My youth is gone my hair is gray
Finally my turn to play

Retirement has come to pass
Finally to this long-haired lass
So put some bubbly in my glass
Bend your knees and kiss my ass!

Building a business with the government’s help

There has been some controversy lately as to whether or not the government helps build businesses. I’ve been seeing a lot of people offer their opinions that business does NOT help build businesses.

Based on the business courses that I have taken in high school and in college, I would have to say that government does, in fact, help to build businesses.

Following is part of the reasons that I learned in my business classes:

Many businesses get tax breaks by the government that allow them to stay in business in a particular town. The local citizens of that town pay extra taxes to make up for that loss in tax income. Without that tax break the business would go someplace else. In addition, the government paid for the schools and the teachers salaries that taught the children to get them ready to work in the business. The government paid for the school buses to take the children to school. The government paid for the roads that customers use to get to the business. Yes, governments help to build successful businesses.

Their law office is closing

There was a message on my home phone answering machine that the law office of Wesley Marshall had called and that they wanted me to call them back to tell them if and when I will come to the office to pick up my case records. The message said that if I did not come pick them up by the end of July that they would be destroyed. The letter they had sent me last week said that they would hold on to them until the end of August, so I am wondering why the date change!

Calling them back, I spoke with their paralegal and asked them what was going on with the office – I had tried to look up their website and it was being redirected to a different law office in a different city.

The paralegal told me that Wesley Marshall had been appointed to sit on the bench of the Commission and that the lawyer that had worked my case, Joel Young was going to work for a different firm. The entire office was closing at the end of the month.

So now I do not know where that leaves me in my quest for getting Worker’s Compensation to reimburse me for the medical expenses that they were ordered to pay but have refused to pay. What a mess!

 

I think I need a legal malpractice attorney

This is a true story about my frustrating experience with Fauquier County Schools, Worker’s Compensation, and the law office of Wesley Marshall in Fredericksburg VA.

Several years ago I was involved in a traffic accident that was not my fault. At the time I was a substitute school bus driver for Fauquier County in Virginia. On October 2, 2009 I was driving a school bus, loaded with middle school age children to their school. I stopped at a red traffic light, and when it turned green, after verifying that oncoming traffic had stopped, I proceeded into the intersection. Suddenly a vehicle pulled out of a nearby gas station and ran the red light, broadsiding my school bus.

I was injured in the accident and had to seek medical attention. I have been battling with Worker’s Compensation ever since, but that is another post.

Even though all investigations showed that it was the fault of the driver of the car, and there was absolutely no evidence of any wrong doing, or any wrong actions by be before, during, or after the accident, Fauquier County chose to fire me. I truly believe that firing was a result of my telling Fauquier County that I needed medical attention and had to claim Worker’s Compensation.

I hired a lawyer, Wesley Marshall, to represent me in the Worker’s Compensation case. Although I have “won” my case, I have had to pay out-of-pocket for doctor’s visits, medications, surgery, and physical therapy. I still need another surgery, and I will have disability my entire life as a result of this accident.

Although I “won” the Worker’s Compensation case, when the doctors and the hospitals and the pharmacies tried to bill Worker’s Compensation, all of those claims were denied. When I tried to call the case worker for Worker’s Compensation, the case worker refused to talk to me, telling me that he would only talk to my lawyer.

Although I have submitted copies of those bills to Wesley Marshall’s office, asking them to submit them to Worker’s Compensation so I can be refunded, they have not done so and I have received no refund at all. I have told them that the Worker’s Compensation case worker will not talk to me.

Their response has been to send me a bill for $2,000 for their services, although I have yet to receive one penny of reimbursement for any of my expenses that I have had to pay even though Worker’s Compensation was ordered to pay them!

My phone calls to Mr. Marshall’s office have only resulted in my leaving messages for Mr. Marshall, and Mr. Marshall has not replied by calling me back. In fact, I recently received a letter from his associate Mr. Joel Young (who was assigned my case without my permission) advising me that the law office has closed my case and that they no longer represent me! So now what?

At a bare minimum, I believe that I will send a letter of complaint to the Bar, and I believe that I need to hire a legal malpractice attorney. Do you know of any?

Guns guns guns

Angry man
Angry man – photo found at http://www.myfacewhen.net/view/3619-angry-black-man

Yesterday, at around 4:45 pm I was sitting at my computer when I heard a very loud pounding on the front door. I got up from the computer and started to walk towards the door. I could see through the studio windows that the person pounding on the door was our cranky neighbor Mr. X. “Oh great,” I thought. “What now?”

Before I could get to the door he used his fist and  pounded on the glass storm door so hard that I thought it was going to break! I have no idea why he did not use the doorbell – it works just fine! When I opened the door, I asked him “what can I do for you?.”

In response his face contorted in anger, and his neck veins started to pop. He waved his arms around, and started to shake his fist at me. He was shouting that we had no right to touch his rocks at the end of our driveway, and that they were his property. (We had to put our trash cans down there, and the trash cans touched a couple of the rocks.)

Then he started to yell “You tell that husband of yours that I know what you are doing in that garage and I’m not going to let you get away with it!” Shaking his fist and leaning over me he continued to yell “I’ll see you in court!”

At that point I saw Michael in the driveway, headed towards the house, and I pointed to him. I said “I’m done with you, there’s Michael, go take it up with him!” Then he turned and started to walk over to Michael.

I closed the front door and locked it, turned around and walked quickly into the living room, telling my step-father Dick “quick! Come outside with me right away, I think we are going to need to be a witness to this!” So Dick and I immediately went outside to keep an eye on what was going to happen.

I had my cellphone with me and I called the police (dialing 911) while I was heading outside. As soon as I stepped outside I loudly announced that I was calling the police, so everyone knew that I was calling the police. Michael said “good!”

When the dispatcher answered the phone, she asked me where the emergency was. I gave her our address. She asked me what was the emergency, and I told the dispatcher that I needed police immediately, there was a heated argument going on between two male neighbors and I was afraid that it was going to become violent at any moment. I told her that both of the men had guns and that I was afraid that someone was going to get shot. She said “they have what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns. Guns. Guns. You know, like ‘bang bang you’re dead!’ Guns!”

 

gunfight - free clip art
gunfight – free clip art

At that point, I was starting to wonder if this was just a nightmare! I don’t have a thick accent, and I don’t stutter! I grew up around here, English is my native language. Exactly why the emergency police dispatch lady did not understand the word “gun” is beyond me!

After all that, it took the police over forty-five minutes to arrive at the scene. They talked to all four of us, and they told us that no charges were going to be filed.