And as if my day weren't already sucking big hairy monkey balls...

I just got an automated voice mail from the mail-order prescription company my employer uses. The computerized voice says they can't fill my prescription because it didn't say what the strength was supposed to be.

...YOU IDIOTS!! It's fucking Ortho-Evra! It's a patch! That you put on your ass! It doesn't come in strengths! Even a layman like me knows that!

...Motherfucking fucktards.