I’m kind of a Napoleon – small, but boy… do I bite. The thing is, I really hate confrontation… People who know me are laughing at this… but people who really know me, know exactly what I’m talking about.
I look younger than my almost 30 years. I have a soft, at times, high-pitched voice. I feign naivete in an effort to disarm people. They get confused, they think they’re dealing with a child.
And then all of a sudden I SNAP.
I’ve yet to learn how to control my Napoleonic tendencies – the urge to show people who I really am, how much I really know, who they’re really dealing with.
This happened with Walgreens this morning… I already have a bone to pick with them, from my last visit to the pharmacy. So my wrath had been festering for a good month now.
Apparently, there’s some kind of mix up with my migraine medicine, which of course, is giving me a migraine. The pharmacist is insinuating that this is my fault, and I know it isn’t because I spoke with a tech, a month ago, to insure I wouldn’t be having this very conversation.
Now it’s one thing to misunderstand something, it’s another thing to be misinformed. The pharmacy tech was misinformed, and now I have to pay for it… I can not afford to pay for anything, let alone someone else’s mistake.
Insult to injury, a persnickety pharmacist calls me, saying she remembers the situation from a month ago, but there’s nothing she can do. Oh really? Walgreens’ Pharmacist meet the business end of a .38 caliber Dana rant.
*Note to people: If there is nothing you can do, then don’t.
i have stared down the barrel of that snub nose .38 before… and trust me when i tell you, it’s nothin nice (: