Re: Dr Seuss, Retail Pharmacist (a poem)

[Guest guest]

Thank you so much for sharing this!

I have a section for medical/pharmacy jokes and one for motivation. I'll put

it there - somewhere!

Jeanetta

Tingting Gao <starice8@...> wrote:

I received this funny poem in an email. Even though it is for the

pharmacist, but I believe some duties also apply to pharmacy technicians.

So, enjoy and have a laugh! =)

Dr. Seuss, Retail Pharmacist

Unknown Author

Oh the things you can fill

For the folks who are ill

With your bright shiny spatula

Oh, what a thrill!

Besmocked and bedecked out

In Pharmacist’s clothes

Knowing all of the things

That a pharmacist knows

You’re quick and efficient

You’re sharp and attentive

It also just happens

That you’re anal retentive

You read slips of paper

To get the specifics

From doctors who scribble out

Strange hieroglyphics

Could it be Celebrex?

Or maybe Celexa

It might be a Z-Pack

Or maybe Zyprexa

And you will bill by computer

AWP

Minus 15 percent

Plus a buck twenty-three

You fill and you bill

And you feel so dejected

‘Cause half of your claims

Are being rejected

So you pick up the phone

While computerized voices

Keep you waiting forever

Explaining the choices

“Press 1 for directions

Or maybe it’s 2

Push Pound for a messageâ€

It sucks to be you

Then you pour out the pills

On your pill counting tray

And you count and you count

You count pills all day

And the customers gripe

And complain while you’re fillin’

Could it be the whole world

Is on “Grouch-a-cillin�

“My pills are too bigâ€

“My co-pay’s too high!â€

“Take these four times a day?

I cannot comply!â€

Then you scarf down your sandwich

In one single bite

Which if done in a restaurant

Would be most impolite

But a Doc’s on line 1

Mrs is on line 2

She was mailed 500 pills

Could you cut them all in two?

And the drug reps, they rap

On your counter they tap

To give you their spiel

Plus a load of free crap

There’s pens and there’s post-its

There’s free pamphlets galore

But the really cool clock

Is for the Dr next door

Then nice Mrs Bumbridge

Gives you that smile

And you know once again

That it’s all worth the while

So you hang up your smock

And put down your free pen

Tomorrow you’ll do it

All over again

Oh the things you can fill

For the folks who are ill

With your bright shiny spatula

Oh, what a thrill!