Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Teenagers are hilarious

Me (answering the phone): "Pharmacy at Wal-Mart, intern speaking."
Girl (she sounds like she's about 12 years old, if even that): "Hi, I have a question."
Me: "Okay"
Girl: "I was wondering, do you have cherry-flavored birth control?"
(At this point I hear her friends giggling in the background)
Me: "No, birth control isn't flavored. You don't chew it; you just swallow it whole."
Girl: "Oh, okay. Well, could I get my birth control in a heart-shaped box?"
(Now her friends practically explode in a fit of giggles)
Me: "How old are you?"
Girl: "I'm 15, but I know my voice sounds really small."
Me (as sarcastic as possible): "Right. Well, I'm sure we could put your birth control in a heart-shaped box. Just have your doctor write that on your prescription and we'll see what we can do for you."

I wonder how many pharmacies they called that day.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Goodbye, Tae Bo

During the winter my options for exercise are pretty limited. I don't like to run outside because it's dark and no one seems to shovel their sidewalks on a regular basis, which makes for hazardous running conditions. Our apartment complex has a fitness center, but it doesn't open until 9:00 = useless to anyone with a job.

Solution: exercising in my apartment. This means either jumping rope or doing Tae Bo, preferably the latter because the former gets boring really quickly. This winter I have spent quality time with Billy Blanks at least a couple days per week. I've been trying to exercise a bit more lately since I actually have the time to do it since I'm not on rotation, which means I'm working 40 hours per week instead of 50-60.

One night Rob and I came home to find a "Notice of Noise Violation" from management. This letter was as vague as it could be, reminding us to be respectful of other people and that quiet hours are from 10:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m. We were completely confused--were we talking too loud or running our laundry too late or . . . hmm . . . maybe it's the exercising. We had no way of knowing--until last night.

Rob was working late, so I was bonding with Billy while I watched my stories on tv (I use my laptop to play the DVD). Suddenly the doorbell rang, which is very unusual--no one ever comes to see us. It was a security guard informing me that he had received a complaint about the level of noise coming from my apartment and he needed to ask "us" to "try and keep it down."

After he left, I promptly went downstairs and knocked on my neighbors' door. I discussed with them what hours would be acceptable for me to exercise. Their final answer: between 9:00 a.m. and 7:30 p.m. Wow, that's even more useless than the fitness center. Thanks, guys!

I would probably keep up my current routine, but I found out that one of the guys who lives there sleeps in the living room and goes to sleep around 7:30 every night. So I guess my options are to be fat or be a jerk. Oh, the joys of living in an apartment!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Welcome to my blog! Even though it's called "Rob & Reb," its only author will likely be me, Rebecca. I'm sure Rob's name will frequent my entries, though. I've been meaning to start a blog for weeks/months/whatever, but it's really intimidating. I think the hardest part about starting a blog is figuring out what your url will be. Also, I read other peoples' blogs, like Sarah Salt Buffington's, and I worry that mine won't be nearly as entertaining. Actually I KNOW it won't be, but I'll give it a go anyhow.

About us:
For those who don't know or have forgotten, I am in pharmacy school at the University of Utah. I will graduate in May, then once I pass my exams (probably in June), I will be a real-life pharmacist. Rob still works in Provo as a video producer. We sure do have a good time together--when we actually get to see each other.

I hope to keep my entries positive, although I'm sure the occasional story from work will sneak in. People can be pretty crazy when pills are involved! So hold on tight and don't expect this thing to be updated too frequently.