I mentioned in "A Walmart Greeter Kind of Day" that I have often thought when teaching gets to be too much being a dental assistant might be the way to go.
"Clean your teeth" Stab. Stab. Stab.
"Brush better." Stab. Stab. Stab.
Having a bad day? Stab. Stab. Stab.
Patient annoying you? Stab. Stab. Stab.
You could get all your frustrations out at work.
After my recent experience at The Pharmacy That Shall Not Be Named But Starts With A W, I think I've changed my mind.
I want to be a pharmacy tech.
There are five cars in the drive-thru, and eight customers in line. One person is working all the registers and the drive-thru. There are four other people behind the counter, studiously avoiding looking at the customers. Since it's just one person doing all the work, does she up her game? Walk faster? Look flustered? Move with anything more than cold molasses for muscles? Show an inkling in her dull, vacant eyes that *every* *single* *person* in her close proximity that is not a co-worker, and possibly even them, are wishing they have voo-doo dolls of her cute, little Abercrombie-clad self so that they can cause her untold pain for her slowness? Does she care?
No. She's like the honey badger. She doesn't care at all.
She doesn't work quicker. She doesn't work more efficiently. She doesn't even acknowledge that there is anyone else in the world besides the person she is working on. No eye contact with anyone. She doesn't look up, just keeps working. No apologetic smiles to the others in line. No multi-tasking. Just plodding along, one person at a time until quitting time.
Is it brilliant customer service? Or just an apathetic attitude?
I'm not sure.
She'll get to you when she gets to you. Don't rush her. You don't exist to her until you're in front of her. No pressure. No expectations. No hurry.
What a life! Dude, count me in.
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