As more news comes out about the circumstances surrounding Michael Jackson’s death, I couldn’t help but fixate on one particular angle. Reports are now coming out that Jackson had prescriptions under a variety of real and fake names – including that of his personal assistant. I’m not sure whether the assistant knew his or her name was being used by Jackson, but regardless, let me make one thing clear:
Do not let your boss use your name to get drugs.
It’s bad enough when he sends you to pick up condoms from the store, but identity theft is a real thing and can result in people being arrested. Remember on Big Love when Nicki used Margene’s name to get a job at the DA’s office? Both of them could have ended up in jail. If you find out your boss is using your name to get controlled substances, by all means threaten to call the cops. You’re well within your rights. Plus, when your boss finds out who ratted him out it’ll be useful to have armed protection.
Did you lose your health insurance coverage along with your job? Well, have no fear – pharmaceutical giant Pfizer wants you to keep taking their meds. They’re offering their 70 most prescribed meds for free if you have been laid off. To qualify, you have to have been laid off since January 1 and have been on the medicine for at least three months before that. You can get the free meds for up to a year. That way they can help out customers and make sure people remain loyal to the brand. Those drugs include:
- Viagra
- Lyrica (fibromyalgia)
- Lipitor (cholesterol)
- Celebrex (pain)
For more info or to figure out if you’re eligible, check out Pfizer’s website.
I worked for “The Cliche.” Only instead of the white residue in the bathroom, the drug use happened in the office, with only a temporary wall to separate the space. He would have me tell everyone he wasn’t there, but would pick up the phone and interupt my excuses. He would tell me to go get him a $1.00 cup of tea and hand me a wad of hundred-dollar bills, yet when it came down to payday, he would be broke.
The best had to be the “Me Time.” I would be knee deep in paperwork and he would lock his door (which consisted of 2 bolt locks and a pad lock on both sides) and decide that he needed to be alone. He would lock everyone out of the office- or not show up (we figured out his drug-use schedule and knew on the 4th day- which was usually payday- he would crash). The icing on the cake was when he would send me to Brooklyn, literally 2 blocks from my house, from Hoboken, N.J to go get money out of the safe- usually an hour before it was time for me to go home for the evening.
I’m a writer by trade, and I’ve had such unbelievable bosses that I feel like a corporate spy. I can’t believe people really live like this and think it’s o.k.
–Submitted by Sarahbellzz, New York City
