Fred Meyer Pharmacy

Reviews

• WH

  William Henderson

  2 days ago
  1.0
  Terrible customer service. Never answer their phones, drive thru window always closed
• MB

  Mary b

  6 days ago
  1.0
  Yesterday i went to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription and they said tomorrow, now today, they said tomorrow again. I dont know if they will give it tomorrow.
• AN

  Angela Nitchman

  Feb 27, 2026
  1.0
  Does it take 24 hrs to film a prescription? If you tell someone they can have a seat and you'll have it ready in 5 minutes and they wait 25 is that customer service?
• JS

  Jon Shaulis

  Feb 15, 2026
  1.0
  A shrine to delay beneath fluorescent haze, where minutes decay into bureaucratic days, where numbers blink red on a lifeless screen and hope dissolves in a pharmacy machine. You shuffle behind counters stacked with blame, each hollow apology always the same: “We’re short on staff,” “The system’s down,” while patience is stripped to a threadbare gown. A line snakes long through the antiseptic air, seniors leaning on walkers, children tugging in despair, prescriptions trapped in a corporate maze that measures success in quarterly praise. Phones ring endless, unanswered cries, while managers rehearse their scripted lies. Insurance rejected, refills misplaced, hours of life deliberately erased. This is not medicine; it’s managed neglect, a lesson in how to profoundly disrespect the sick, the weary, the working poor, who stand exhausted by your sliding door. How hard is it to count what heals, to show a shred of care that feels like something more than retail spin, like human hands beneath the din? Instead we watch your weary crew drown in tasks they cannot do, their eyes ringed dark with sleepless dread, their empathy rationed, barely fed. You grind them down for metrics met, for wait-time charts and profit set, for bonuses earned in offices high while burnout blooms and spirits die. Corporate towers of polished glass will never feel the backlash of mothers told to “come back soon” as fevers climb beneath the moon. Never will they hear the sigh of someone choosing which to buy— groceries or the pills prescribed— because your co-pays multiplied. You’ve turned care into a queue, compassion into revenue. A public trust reduced to stock, a human need to time-clock. Your shelves are full, your hearts are bare, a clinic stripped of genuine care. The public served? No, misled instead, by posters bright and slogans fed. What once was sacred, sworn to mend, has become a shift that cannot end. Scripts are printed, names misread, errors brushed aside, “We’ll fix it,” said. But trust erodes with every wait, with every shrug that seals our fate, with every patient left to roam while “processing” becomes a tomb. You are not victims of bad luck. This rot is chosen, structural muck. A design that favors cost-cut schemes over staff who fracture at the seams. Your pharmacists, once proud and trained, now overworked, under-sustained, forced to smile through mounting strain while systems glitch again, again. Shame on executives counting gain from every weary, overlong chain. Shame on policies dressed as care that leave both worker and patient bare. Healthcare is not a clearance sale. It should not crumble, crack, and fail because a boardroom deemed it wise to trim the hands that save our lives. You are a service meant to heal, not a warehouse built to conceal how little regard you truly show for those who need your help to grow. The public deserves a place that sees beyond efficiency and fees, that honors time and fragile breath instead of inching toward neglect. Fix the lines. Staff the floor. Stop treating illness as a chore. Listen to those you overdrive just to keep your brand alive. Until you change, this will stand: a testament in plain demand that medicine without respect is harm no slogan can deflect. You are slow not by mistake but by the cuts you chose to make. Inept not from lack of skill but from a profit-driven will. And every day this circus runs another thread of trust unspuns. The public waits; your numbers rise. We see the truth behind the lies. Do better. Staff better. Care more. Or step aside and close the door. Because a pharmacy that cannot care is just a counter going nowhere.
• AY

  Anon Ymous

  Feb 15, 2026
  1.0
  Always a horrible experience, fantastic commitment to constantly being awful.

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