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Monica ([personal profile] cellio) wrote2005-03-23 11:24 pm
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customer non-support

Dear Giant Eagle pharmacy,

When I filed a prescription with you yesterday, we established that I was already in your database. (This is not my only active prescription.) Nonetheless, you took my phone number and address, writing them directly on the prescription. I said I would return today.

I was, therefore, quite surprised to find, when I got to the head of a non-trivial line, that you had not prepared my order because you wanted to see this year's insurance card first. You could have called, you know. Or filled it but required the card before handing it over. (There would have been no waste if you'd had to rescind it.)

I think when my office moves and you're no longer across the street from where I work, I'll be transferring my prescriptions elsewhere. My previous pharmacy never pulled that stuff. Alas, my previous pharmacy lacks parking and is no longer within walking distance of my job (or home).

[identity profile] sekhmets-song.livejournal.com 2005-03-24 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
We received a card today from our local CVS, wanting to "welcome us back" as customers.
The thing is, though, that I only tried to be their customer. You see, I had my doctor call in a new prescription to them a few years ago, as my old pharmacy had gotten scary (No, Ms. Pharmacist-in-training, I don't think it is appropriate for you to be eating your Burger King while you are filling my prescription. And, no, waiting until I come in to pick up my prescription to tell me that you can't fill it today isn't really okay, either). Well, I showed up to try to get the prescription and, well, I'm usually pretty understanding of people who are using English as their second language. It's tough, I know. And, gods know, I'm sure this guys English was better than my Romanian, but, the guy didn't even know his english letters. As in me: spelling out my last name, slowly, "That's s, e, k...;" him: looking in the bin that should only have names that begin in N. Me: "No, that's spelled with an S." Him: "Yes, S," then looking in the the Qs. Me:"Try the S bin." Him: "Yes, S." He rummages again in the N bin. "Is it for child?" Me: "No, it's for me." Him: "What is name, again?" Me:"It's s, e, k..." Him:"Oh, S!" He now looks in the J bin. Me: Sigh. Him:"Are you sure you brought it here?" Me:"No, my doctor called it in." Him:"Spell the name." Me:"S, e, k..." When he looks under the Vs, I politely ask if he has a supervisor, maybe he answered my doctor's call. His supervisor comes out and asks if he can help me. I tell him I want my prescription, blah, blah, blah. Supervisor:"How is that spelled?" Me:"S, e, k..." Supervisor:"Victor, did you look for her prescription?" Him:"How was it spelled?" After several minutes of Victor, once again, looking in bins that have nothing to do with my name, he once again asks me if it is for my child. Grr. Repeat scenario. The supervisor gets bored and wonders off (Gods forbid, he should look for the prescription himself). Victor finally decides it is my fault or my doctor's fault for calling it into the wrong pharmacy. I should go home and have him call it in again. I do call my doctor. He confirms that they did indeed call it into that pharmacy. I decide to have them call it into Target's pharmacy, instead. Today, at least, I got confirmation that they really did have the prescription that day (they wouldn't have a record of us there, if that hadn't gotten it). But, I guess, someone foolishly had filed the prescription under "S".
Oy!

[identity profile] psu-jedi.livejournal.com 2005-03-25 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be in a situation like this that I would totally lose it and be really politically-incorrect and say to the manager, "YOU look for the freakin' 'script because the person you hired doesn't know how to speak English, you wanker!"

Ahem.

But this does remind me of when I was trying to buy toothpicks once, and after (unsuccessfully) looking in the aisles the cashiers told me to look, I approached the woman behind the deli counter and asked if they had any toothpicks. She pointed to the meats displayed in the fridge and said, "What you see is what we have." Needless to say, I walked out. The store (a Weis, in Gaithersburg, MD) was out of business within the next year. Go figure...