First story from the pharmacy for me, I think. I'm going to make this as general as possible because of the whole privacy policy thing.
Alright... To begin with, my hearing is not the best. One of my eardrums ruptured when I was 6, so I can't hear very well out of my right side. If you mumble, I can't really make out what you're saying. So don't mumble your name while I'm trying too look up where in our process your prescription is. Doesn't work well. ESPECIALLY if you have an unusual name.
So once you're done getting pissy at me for having to write your name down because you're incapable of not mumbling your unusual name, I go to see if I can find your script. I do, but attached is a third party reject note. That means your insurance doesn't wanna cover it for whatever reason.
Since I'm new, I have no idea what the hell it's talking about with mail order, so I go behind the center counter to ask someone who does. Apparently, the insurance doesn't want to deal with us at a store level, and instead wants you to receive your prescription by mail.
When I try to tell you this, it is wise to stay longer than the amount of time it takes me to say, "Your insurance would rather you do mail order, but-" before you slam your hands against the counter and storm off like a child. I could have told you that we could get that changed for you, but you didn't feel like waiting. Whatever, not my problem if you want to be a Negative Nancy.
Fast forward a couple days.
After essentially throwing a temper tantrum and huffing off, it isn't wise to then call and get pissed at the pharmacist when she explains your new script isn't ready yet. It also isn't wise to demand her to explain to you why your last script wasn't covered by insurance. Because I will tell her, and so will the other tech who watched you stomp off a few days prior.
It's also not wise to piss her off further by making her sit there, hold your hand, and walk you through all of the possibilities why your insurance won't cover it at the store level. Not if you're going to be extraordinarily rude about it, anyway.
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Yeah. That was the first guy since I started working in the pharmacy a little over a month ago that really got under my skin and pissed me off. He was rude, and way too impatient for me to really feel like dealing with him any more.
Alright... To begin with, my hearing is not the best. One of my eardrums ruptured when I was 6, so I can't hear very well out of my right side. If you mumble, I can't really make out what you're saying. So don't mumble your name while I'm trying too look up where in our process your prescription is. Doesn't work well. ESPECIALLY if you have an unusual name.
So once you're done getting pissy at me for having to write your name down because you're incapable of not mumbling your unusual name, I go to see if I can find your script. I do, but attached is a third party reject note. That means your insurance doesn't wanna cover it for whatever reason.
Since I'm new, I have no idea what the hell it's talking about with mail order, so I go behind the center counter to ask someone who does. Apparently, the insurance doesn't want to deal with us at a store level, and instead wants you to receive your prescription by mail.
When I try to tell you this, it is wise to stay longer than the amount of time it takes me to say, "Your insurance would rather you do mail order, but-" before you slam your hands against the counter and storm off like a child. I could have told you that we could get that changed for you, but you didn't feel like waiting. Whatever, not my problem if you want to be a Negative Nancy.
Fast forward a couple days.
After essentially throwing a temper tantrum and huffing off, it isn't wise to then call and get pissed at the pharmacist when she explains your new script isn't ready yet. It also isn't wise to demand her to explain to you why your last script wasn't covered by insurance. Because I will tell her, and so will the other tech who watched you stomp off a few days prior.
It's also not wise to piss her off further by making her sit there, hold your hand, and walk you through all of the possibilities why your insurance won't cover it at the store level. Not if you're going to be extraordinarily rude about it, anyway.
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Yeah. That was the first guy since I started working in the pharmacy a little over a month ago that really got under my skin and pissed me off. He was rude, and way too impatient for me to really feel like dealing with him any more.
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