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Taken by the best.
So Cody and I are both pharmacy techs at Walgreens in Bloomington.
He always tells me how great his pharmacy manager is and how he is so personable and friendly and very easy to work with. He loves his store, and while he has his fair share of complaints—like all people do—he hasn’t ever had many complaints about the staff he works with.
I, on the other hand, have had such a shit experience with my Walgreens.
I’ve been there for about a month now, and I still have no received the proper training. There are hours worth of computer training that they don’t give me time to do. Not only is there computer training, but every time I have a question about something I haven’t been trained on, THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT IT. I wouldn’t have so many damn questions if you did your job and train me.
I have not been told about many Walgreens policies, such as overtime, that I am already in trouble for going over hours. By TEN MINUTES. Nobody told me that I would get in trouble for going over 40 hours a week, yet they don’t schedule me close to 40 hours a week. So I have gone to Cody’s store to pick up a couple more hours every now and again.
SPEAKING OF CODY’S STORE. The two times I have been there, I have received better and more in depth training than I ever have at my own store. I feel more welcomed by his pharmacy manager than by anyone at my store.
Also, I haven’t been feeling well lately, so on my day off today I am resting in bed. They called me THREE TIMES IN A TEN MINUTE SPAN to see if I could come into work a 9 hour shift. When I didn’t answer, THEY CALLED CODY’S STORE TO MAKE SURE I WASN’T WORKING THERE.
OH, SORRY, I FORGOT I WAS YOUR SLAVE AND COULD ONLY DO WORK FOR YOU. NO. THAT IS NOT OKAY WITH ME.
Then, my pharmacy manager yelled at Cody’s pharmacy manager for letting me work there.
It’s all piling up to make it an unpleasant experience to work there and I am really considering quitting. The only thing stopping me is knowing how much I’m going to have to save up for this baby. And it breaks my heart.
Fuck you, Walgreens.
The nausea never stops.