I work in a pharmacy, where I was hoping I could shut up, do my job, and go home. But as we all know, it never works out that way. My boss’s wife is running around humping anything that moves and I get to hear about it on a regular basis, because apparently I’m a shrink and a bartender rolled into 1 and I get off thinking about his miserable life. Either he’s talking about how he “doesn’t know his fate, and it’s hard because he has no one to talk to” or he’s calling his wife a crazy person and trying to figure out how to stalk her on MySpace. Nevermind the fact that he’s so self-conscious that he constantly overcompensates, making every ego-inflating statement about his bowling score or popularity with the customers possible.
And then, of course, there are my coworkers. I’m a full-time employee of 2 years, working with women who’ve had this career much longer. My job title holds a small amount of authority over the technicians, but they are literally incapable of learning. So every single time I have to tell them how to do something, a little part of me dies inside because I know I’ll have to tell them the same thing in a week. Somehow, they manage to individually personify every stereotype about dim-witted, babbling, nosy bitches possible. I essentially gave up on having friendly conversations with them because they either couldn’t understand the concepts I was putting out there or they would interrupt me mid-sentence to complain and/or talk about themselves. This job has essentially made me lose confidence in the human race. Well, the job and the popularity of reality television. Oh, how my coworkers love to talk about the reality television…