work in an inpatient psychiatric hospital, and up until recently, we had a really terrible pharmacist. She was over 70 and either unwilling or unable to learn the computer system. But what made her terrible was her disdain for actual medicine. She didn't think that our actively psychotic population of patients needed anything other than vitamins and coconut oil. I mean, I get not believing in medicine, but then why become a pharmacist? Why, if you must be a pharmacist, work in a situation where not medicating patients is absolutely not an option? It just blew my mind.

She was actually pretty crazy herself - I've heard stories about how she followed people home from work and threatened to kill herself in the pharmacy, though by the time I met her, she had called down a lot. She was still doing the pretty shit, though. Like, I'd put a medication in my section to use and if she got mad, she'd come and hide it so I'd have to get more and then the rest would show up days later. She used to hide work things life printer ink and personal things like the pictures we have on our desks. And food, she hid food all the time. No one could prove it was her, but everyone knew it was because she made a habit of staying late or sneaking back in when she thought everyone was gone.

She started to decline; forgetting things and messing up so that our boss had to double check everything she did, and was eventually put out on medical leave. She retired, much to the joy of all of us in the pharmacy and the nurses that had to deal with her on a daily basis.