Fatties are making me hate my job So, obviously I'm going to use a throw away for this. I'm a retail pharmacist. There's things that I love about my job. I have a great relationship with older people and the stories that they tell me are amazing, and most people are extremely grateful when I'm able to council them. But fat people are quickly making me hate my job.  Let's begin with insulin, insulin is extremely expensive. Especially, when the patient has a deductable or they hit the gap (where Medicare no longer pays for a certain amount). With type one, I understand if they get upset or frustrated. Especially if they're a parent, but they always come to their senses and apologize to me. People with type 2 on the other hand will degrade me and throw a fit about how they need this insulin to live, and I'm stealing their money. You literally did this to yourself. I have no sympathy that you're dropping hundreds on a box of insulin. All you had to do was stop eating and have a bit of self control. 9 times out of 10, they grab a handful of suckers and stick them in their purse after picking insulin up. The shear amount of medications these people get is ridiculous. You can always tell that it's a hamplanet before you even start filling. Ringing them out is the worst. I love counselling. It's what I went to school for but counseling these fatfucks will literally fill me with rage. No shit, I had to do an MTM (your insurance company makes me ask you questions), and a deathfat told me that she stopped her Symbicort because the steroid was making her fat. How the fuck can you be so stupid? And they love to complain about their conditions and how bad their knees hurt. I work for a chain so I can't shitlord at all. I can only suggest healthy eating and exercise. Hambeasts also love the drive-up window and the walk-up. First of all, these are extremely intrusive and please only use them if you have to. Like you're injured, actually disabled or you have a sick kid in the car. Anyway, fat shits love the thought about not having to walk far or not having to get up. 99% of the time it's an obeast standing at the window and bitching about how long we're taking to serve them. And then we get to them and surprise, 10+ scripts to ring out in an area that's only equiped to ring a couple. Not even kidding, I had a young girl throw up right in front of the walk up window and fats still waddled through it instead of coming inside. One last thing, the smell. I'm around deathfat all day. There's this smell....Like they've been rolling around in animal shit. It's disgusting. One particular fat smells so bad that I have my techs take care of her, because I had an asthma attack last time I did. Just for the lurking fatties, we judge you. If you come up to counter with junk food, soda, or you complain about the price of your medications, we judge you. As soon as your back is turned, we will talk about how bad you smelled, your diet and how disgusting you are. How winded you get from just walking. How you did this to yourself. Every pharmacist that I know is a shitlord and trust me, we talk to each other.