How I got to where I am now.

Up to the point of getting into pharmacy school, everything I had done had worked to plan, and on time.  I knew this couldn't go on forever.

I had plans for after pharmacy school.  They didn't work out as planned.  I'd explain more, but, then some people might be able to figure out who I am, and, at least for now, until I see if I can effectively complain about working without saying something that might get me canned, I'm trying to avoid that.  There are some vindictive mother fuckers out there, as I am constantly reminded.  Lets not test my luck?

So, things didn't work out right to plan.  What I assumed I would be doing is not what I am doing.  I had to scramble to find a job.  I did, but it meant working a few hours from home.  That's ok, the pay is better.

Not to mention it's probably a good thing that something didn't work out my way.  I was getting far to effective at planning things out 5-10 years in advance.  Right now I'm planning out 6 months in advance. It's honing my skills of "adaptability," and I have to say, I think I'm pretty good at it.

As the world turns, my staff pharmacist position quickly became pharmacy manager.  When the old manager quit after finding out they had finally hired someone else, I became the pharmacist in charge.  I was dealing with all the bullshit and my name was on the door, legally speaking, so why not get the minor pay upgrade that goes with it?  We'll see if the bonus is worth it, but in the time I have been dealing with the bullshit of grown adults from a manager perspective, I'd say, probably not.

I'm getting by.  The place is still open, were not losing money.  It's slowly getting better.  I got handed the keys and a whiney bitchy staff who was used to doing whatever they want.  I spent 30 minutes with the old manager and then I was on my own.  I have no management training (or really, any training at all in regards to the company).  I've been having a grand time flying by the seat of my pants.  I've been informed by a friend that I might learn the skill of empathy or develop an ulcer.  I think I'll take the ulcer- there are treatments for that.  Too much empathy is a psychological disease as a retail pharmacist, you'll go broke too, from paying for medicines for people on medicaid who ask you if there child should just not get the $10.00 antibiotics because they aren't covered (despite the handful of gold jewelry and cell phones).  More on this subject later.  I will revise my statement to better reflect the nature of the disease.