I am here to tell you that I used to work for a b*tch pharmacist in the north Dallas area for a corporate chain pharmacy.All the pharmacist did was complain about my work.
I used to go all day without eating and my health would deteriorate because of that f*cking b*tch. She would eat like a f*cking horse and her ****ot a*s husband would steal cocaine from the pharmacy, he was later indicted for obtaining a controlled substance without a prescription. Her husband was stealing the cocaine and selling it underground to select clients, to make extra money, and the b*tch pharmacist was his accomplice, that is why she got fired from the pharmacy in downtown Dallas. Her husband had is license to practice pharmacy revoked, and had to work as a pharmacy technician so he wouldn't forget his sh*t.
Then the b*tch would complain about my work with other pharmacist over the phone and complain about me in my presence.
The b*tch would call me on my day off, and b*tch some more asking me where the inventory papers were. I hate her f*cking a*s and I hope some suicide bomber walks into her pharmacy and blows the sh*t out of her fat a*s. She is so god dam* fat she has to make her dresses out of curtains or bed sheets. She scared the sh*t out of me when I saw her eat, she shoved 3 quarters of a hamburger into her fu*kin mouth.
While she chews the burger she tries to wash it down with a soda. Then she pounds her chest to help swallow that lump of meat down her fu*king cow gullet. She usually has Catsup on the side of her mouth and she burps and f*rts all the time. That b*tch probably has two stomachs just like a cow and she chews her cud.
She had so much junk in the pharmacy it was difficult to walk around safely and the guy kept bringing in these newspapers and I just threw those newspapers in the f*cking trash. Then the fu*king *** gets pis*ed off and gives me a look, as if looks can kill. She bought Astroglide lube for her dried up c*nt and her bu*t hole, because her husband likes to put it in the wrong hole.
I acted dum* like if I didn't know what it was.
I knew she needed it for her *** sessions. Honestly her husband would have to get sh*t faced just to do it with her. As time passed I had problems with my brother he was running away from home and being violent towards my mother. Even though it was sometimes it was difficult to conceal my sadness, and the f*cking b*tch said get happy or you won't be here.
I stayed working for that *** as long as I possibly could, to prove a point to my mother and to society, and all she did day in and day out is b*tch about my work and she just wore my a*s out. Then the st*pid management is so god da*n st*pid and ch*cken sh*t, they didn't want to let me transfer to another pharmacy, so I f*cking quit. I f*cked her real good. Her best friend who was hired to replace me was slower than snail sh*t and I was the only one that knew how to do anything.
The pharmacist goal was to eventually push me out the door. Her plan was to get me to train her new workers and then terminate me. I purposely trained one of the assistants wrong and the other assistant was only responsible to count medications. I purposely trained him wrong.
So when I quit she was royally f*cked. Dorita her assistant took a family leave of absence because she was having a nervous breakdown, and all the b*tch pharmacist could do is b*tch about how disappointed she was in her assistant Dorita. All that f*cking b*tch cared about was if she had slaves working for her. Well Dorita took a leave of absence and the pharmacist's friend turned in her two weeks notice.
I quit on a Friday and she had nobody to work with on the weekend. I was going to finish working the day but the pharmacist wanted to be macho b*tch and send me home early knowing that there was going to be allot of customers between 5 and 7p.m. I think the b*tch pharmacist learned that weekends were getting f*cking busy and she needed two techs for the weekend and wouldn't listen to me when I told her that we needed two technicians for the weekend. Her attitude was: "*** what you say, I am the manager and I decide what this pharmacy needs." So, I left.
I was so desperate to get out of the pharmacy I forgot my jacket in the break room and never looked back. I was gone and she got a rude awakening for the weekend. The next Monday she had one technician that literally didn't know sh*t about the job and another technician that was slower than snail sh*t,was quiting in one week after I quit. The whole time I worked for that b*tch, she wrote in her diary all the petty mistakes I made at work and now she can use the Astroglide to lube her behind and shove that diary where her drug addict husband likes to *** her.
Thats what she had to work with on a Monday, a technician that didn't know squat and a technician that was slower than snail sh*t. Tee hee I love my self. Sometimes I can really be evil. The fat b*tch also proudly calls herself Big B*tch, and she paid me back by calling every pharmacy in Dallas and told them not to hire me.
I went to school and I got my engineering degree, but at the end I am glad I had that experience because I now know that pharmacist are just drug dealers with a bachelors degree and why would anybody go to college just to work in a super market pharmacy.I work in a office building, designing military airplanes.Thats the story of the B*tch pharmacist of North Dallas.