What, are you trying to ask in haiku now? 
Ok.
Ew-the hairy pharmacist SHOULD be washing her filthy hands before she handles pills. The fact that she isn’t is NOT good. I would triple check any Rx she fills (not you-you’re not qualified. But if you happen to get your meds filled there-I would look up in a PDR what it’s supposed to look like etc). Most pharmacists I know are extremely conscientous (to the OCD degree) about hygiene and accuracy. They have to be.
Re the tech stuff. It sounds like you are doing exactly what you’ve been trained to do-count pills, put on labels and run the register. Most techs I know do not have pharm backgrounds, although I do know 2 who are doing the prereqs to get into pharm school.
The clutter and her not washing her hands is troublesome. Please clean it up, if you can do so w/o alienating hairy pharm.
It doesn’t sound like such a bad job, really. Is there any way to get a stool back there, so you can get off your feet for a bit?
No. my friend here, Mr Fish, handles that sort of thing.
See?
<SLAPS ivylass with Wet Trout>
Bad Bosda! No soup for you!!
Last night (my second day in Hell), I talked with L., the pharmacist. Apparently, she’s been to many different pharmacies in the region (like six in the past 8 years). The reason she’s been to so many? “They had a bug up their butts and were assholes,” she commented on one store. “They didn’t know what they were doing,” she said about another. Every time she changed stores, it was because of some one else’s fault. I wanted to ask her, “Um, L, do you see a pattern here? Did you ever think that if it’s always the other person, then it just might be YOU?”
I kept my mouth shut instead.
Oh, and the Viagra man was in again. This time TWO pills.
Another customer, a man roughly in is late 50’s, was hanging around the front of the pharmacy–you know, where there are the gluometers and stuff. As people came to the counter, got their prescriptions and left, he remained where he was. Finally, once the coast was clear, he made his way to the counter and slid a box of condoms across the counter. (A box of four.) I rang them up just like every other customer and even though I didn’t comment on his purchase, he was very, very, red in the face and his eyes were completely downcast the entire time. He was so embarrassed at purchasing the condoms, I wondered how he’d work up the nerve to actually use them.