I am here to tell you that I used to work for a bi*ch pharmacist in the north Dallas area for a corporate chain pharmacy. All the pharmacist did was complain about my work every day. Many times I used to go all day without eating and my health would deteriorate because of that fu*king bi*ch. She would eat like a fu*king horse and her fa*got as* husband would steal cocaine from the pharmacy, he was later indicted for obtaining a controlled substance without a prescription. Her husband was stealing the cocaine and selling it underground to select clients, obviously to make extra money, and the bi*ch pharmacist was his accomplice, that is why she got fired from the pharmacy in downtown Dallas. Her husband had is license to practice pharmacy revoked, and had to work as a pharmacy technician so he wouldn't forget his pharmaceutical knowledge . Then the bi*ch would complain about my work with other pharmacist over the phone and complain about me in my presence. The bi*ch would call me on my day off and bi*ch some more asking me where the inventory papers were. I hate her fu*king *** and I hope some suicide bomber walks into her pharmacy and blows the *** out of her fat *** She is so god d*mn fat she has to make her dresses out of curtains or bed sheets to cover her fat *** When I saw her eat, she shoved 3 quarters of a hamburger all at once into her fu*kin mouth. While she chews the burger she tries to wash it down with a soda. Then she pounds her chest to help swallow that lump of meat down her fu*king cow gullet. That bi*ch probably has two stomachs just like a cow and she chews her cud. She had so much junk in the pharmacy it was difficult to walk around safely and the guy kept bringing in these newspapers so I just threw those newspapers in the *** trash. Then the *** *** gets pissed off and gives me a look, as if looks can kill. She bought Astroglide lube for her dried up *** and her bu*t hole, because her husband likes to put it in the wrong hole. I acted dumb like I didn't know what it was. I knew she needed it for her *** sessions. Honestly her husband would have to get *** faced just to do it with her. As time passed I had problems with my brother, he was running away from home and being violent towards my mother. Even though it was difficult to conceal my sadness, I did the best to conceal it. The fu*king bi*ch said get happy or you won't be here. I stayed working for that bi*ch as long as I possibly could, to prove a point to my mother and to society, and all she did day in and day out is *** about my work and she just wore my *** out. Then the st*pid management is so god d*mn *** and chicken *** they didn't want to let me transfer to another pharmacy, so I fu*king quit. I *** her real good. Her best friend who was hired to replace me was slower than snail *** and I was the only one that knew how to do anything. The pharmacist goal was to eventually push me out the door. Her plan was to get me to train her new workers and then terminate me. I purposely trained one of the assistants wrong and the other assistant was only responsible to count medications. I purposely trained him wrong. So when I quit she was royally *** Dorita her assistant took a family leave of absence because she was having a nervous breakdown, and all the bi*ch pharmacist could do is bi*ch about how disappointed she was in her assistant Dorita. All that fu*king bi*ch cared about was if she had slaves working for her. Well Dorita took a leave of absence and the pharmacist's friend turned in her two weeks notice. I quit on a Friday and she had nobody to work with on the weekend. I was going to finish working the day but the pharmacist wanted to be macho bi*ch and send me home early knowing that there was going to be allot of customers between 5 and 7p.m. I think the bi*ch pharmacist learned that weekends were getting fu*king busy and she needed two technicians for the weekend and wouldn't listen to me when I told her that we needed two technicians for the weekend. Her attitude was: "fu*k what you say, I am the manager and I decide what this pharmacy needs." So, I left. I was so desperate to get out of the pharmacy I forgot my jacket in the break room and never looked back. When I was gone and she got a rude awakening for the weekend. The next Monday she had one technician that literally didn't know *** about the job and another technician that was slower than snail sh*t,was quiting in one week after I quit. The whole time I worked for that bi*ch, she wrote in her diary all the petty mistakes I made at work and now she can use the Astroglide to lube her behind and shove that diary where her drug addict husband likes to *** her. Thats what she had to work with on a Monday a technician that didn't know squat and a technician that was slower than snail *** Tee hee I love my self. Sometimes I can really be evil. The fat *** also proudly calls herself Big *** and paid me back by calling every pharmacy in Dallas and told them not to hire me. But went to college and I got my engineering degree after all the fu*king *** said I got my education now you get yours. At the end I am glad I had that experience because I now know that pharmacists are just drug dealers with a bachelors degree and why would anybody go to college just to work in a super market pharmacy. I work in a office building, designing military airplanes.Thats the story of the *** pharmacist of North Dallas. The morall of the story is just because a situation ends badly does not mean it is the end of the world, there is light at the end of the tunnel.