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!
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