Company conferences are like torture

If there's one thing we pharmacists can live without, it's a company conference. The last time I went to one of these in Birmingham, I had half a mind to stay in my hotel room and watch cartoons on my laptop. Not that I'm unbelievably antisocial, but the last thing I want is to have an evening dinner with a bunch of people I hardly know, or sit and listen to stuff about a company I care nothing about.

The 7 hours of our lives in a shoddy Edinburgh hotel sounds like a form of torture...


Colin: What's the best way to kick off a conference? I know, let's talk about the company's profit gains. Stuff like "% growth we achieved in prescription items" and all the stuff I don't give two shits about.

Druggist: My biggest disappointment was the lunch. I've seen better things in a food bank. When they said we were getting lunch on the day, I expected more than just sandwiches.

Colin: They should have provided lentil soup, I like my legumes.

Druggist: Then it would have moved dangerously close to looking like a soup kitchen.

Colin: For me, the best thing must have been the company themed basketball game. The aim of the game was to pick a ball labeled A, B or C and throw it into a hoop. It's a variation of multiple choice and no one fucking cares.

Druggist: After this they gave us a presentation about self selection and how we should all get on board with this idea.

Colin: Everything should be accessible for the public, no barriers between them and the Over the Counter medicines. Great, an invitation to grab what you want and disregard the Pharmacist's advice.

Druggist: Let's go further and put up a big "steal me" sign. They showed us concept drawings for the proposed new layout. The colour scheme and design? Just.....atrocious. 

Colin: Like all forms of torture, the victims eventually become numb to the whole experience. However things reached an all low.

Druggist: Do you mean the divisional manager's monologue of her goals for 2013? This person really loves the sound of her own voice. Just when I thought she had reached the end and was ready to wrap it up, she came up with more.

Colin: Don't forget the  Tam O' Shanter, the silly Scottish hat complete with ginger wig. Oh dear...

Druggist: 15 minutes over time and my brain had completely numbed. Someone call an ambulance.

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