My first full week at the pharmacy was just about to come to an end, I had learned many things that week and met a lot of new people. T was one of them. I had worked with T the entire week, when I did have time to look up from my training she was either helping a customer or checking medications for those waiting. She seemed nice, the customers loved her, and she genuinely seemed to care about them; other than that though, I didn’t know much about her.
Little did I know, there was so much more...
That night I was cleaning the front of the pharmacy before closing. That included dusting the shelves, ordering the medications for the next day, cleaning the windows, and vacuuming. Last on the list of course was vacuuming. There were no outlets at the front of the store, so I had to stretch the cord over our front counter and plug it up beside the register. After I did this, I had to go to the back for something. The pharmacy was empty, so I wasn’t worried that a customer would trip over the cord; I had some time to get what I needed and come back before anyone walked in.
As I made my way to the back, T was making her way to the front.
“I have the vacuum plugged up, don’t trip over the cord.” I told her.
She looked me dead in the eye and said, “Okay!”
For whatever reason, the way she said it made me feel a little uneasy. I turned around to make sure she cleared the cord on the other side of the counter, just in time to witness her not only trip over said cord but swan dive forward into the floor. Had she been on the diving board, I would have given her a ten out of ten. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t water where she landed but concrete. When she tripped her head shot back and her arms flung themselves to the side, just as she disappeared behind the counter. The first thing that went through my mind was, well I’m fired. I had killed the stores only pharmacist besides the owner. Suddenly, she popped back up exuberantly and shouted, “I’m okay,” and waved at me. She continued her walk to the front of the pharmacy as if nothing happened.
I stood there stunned at what I had just witnessed, I finally managed a, “Are you okay?”
“Yep,” she called.
That was the first of many incidents...
Little did I know, there was so much more...
That night I was cleaning the front of the pharmacy before closing. That included dusting the shelves, ordering the medications for the next day, cleaning the windows, and vacuuming. Last on the list of course was vacuuming. There were no outlets at the front of the store, so I had to stretch the cord over our front counter and plug it up beside the register. After I did this, I had to go to the back for something. The pharmacy was empty, so I wasn’t worried that a customer would trip over the cord; I had some time to get what I needed and come back before anyone walked in.
As I made my way to the back, T was making her way to the front.
“I have the vacuum plugged up, don’t trip over the cord.” I told her.
She looked me dead in the eye and said, “Okay!”
For whatever reason, the way she said it made me feel a little uneasy. I turned around to make sure she cleared the cord on the other side of the counter, just in time to witness her not only trip over said cord but swan dive forward into the floor. Had she been on the diving board, I would have given her a ten out of ten. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t water where she landed but concrete. When she tripped her head shot back and her arms flung themselves to the side, just as she disappeared behind the counter. The first thing that went through my mind was, well I’m fired. I had killed the stores only pharmacist besides the owner. Suddenly, she popped back up exuberantly and shouted, “I’m okay,” and waved at me. She continued her walk to the front of the pharmacy as if nothing happened.
I stood there stunned at what I had just witnessed, I finally managed a, “Are you okay?”
“Yep,” she called.
That was the first of many incidents...
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