You are probably thinking I am referring to Blogger and it's need to fix it self while I tried and tried to log on to vent. Maybe it was God's way of telling me to calm down. I am not talking about Blogger, I am talking about Target Pharmacy. Yes, my beloved Target Pharmacy. The one that I have referred many of my friends and have raved and bragged many times about the service I have received. It failed me today.
This morning after giving Emaline her medicine, I realized that I am going to run out in the next week or so, so I jumped on the phone and refilled it. The animated pharmacy told me her meds would be ready at 11:00 am. Great. I have other errands and then I would swing by. Skip ahead to 1:00. I did all of my Target shopping (diapers are on sale girls! 2 packages at 17 each then get a 5 dollar gift card and then I used some coupons!). I ran by and grabbed milk, last on my list and then headed to Pharmacy to pick up the prescriptions. By this time my passengers were NOT enjoying our outing. Emaline is screaming. SCREAMING. Parker also finds the need to tell me that she is crying all the while I am trying to tell the lady why I am there. She can't find the prescription. I tell her I called it in and the computer said it would be ready at 11:00. She gets on the computer and is having an issue. She tells me she is printing a label. Screaming. I rearrange the cart so that Emaline is now up high thinking this will calm her. Not so. Other people are beginning to look at me funny. The pharmacy lady tells me she will need 15 minutes to fill the prescription. WHAT! I didn't say it, but I know she read my face. Okay. Does she know that I have planned my entire shopping experience around this prescription that was suppose to be ready at 11:00. So I went around the corner to add some not needed items into my cart out of frustration when the pharmacy lady comes around the corner and tells me that I am trying to refill the prescription too early and that I can come back tomorrow to pick it up. EXCUSE ME! I have been standing at your counter for...15 minutes with a screaming child, then told to shop for 15 more for you to tell me to come back tomorrow! ONE DAY! TWELVE HOURS! Then, the lady gets sassy with me. She tells me it isn't Target's fault, it is my insurance. The nerve. All I said to her was, tomorrow? and she gets sassy. Does she not know how many customers I have sent there? Has she not heard my child scream me to a sweat? I probably have 4-5 more days of medicine for her left. 4-5 MORE DAYS and they are telling me it is too early! Stacey told me to blog about it so that I would get over it. I really don't feel better. I now have relived the experience again. Not fun. I will show them, Stacey will come pick it up, TOMORROW! Thanks for listening. Maybe I feel a little better!