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.