That is lots of wonderful news, which seems to be the theme today.  How dreamy to be able to stumble...err...lurch...err...walk to work!!!!  The nice thing about working in a pharmacy is that you will have access to all those antibiotic creams, gauze rolls, tape and SpiderMan bandages when you get there after your twitchy trip. 

 

It's too bad that it doesn't seem possible to combine decent benefits with a job that pays well and supports one's inner life and best interests.  I used to have that exact job, but over the years it has changed from a company that really and truly cared about customer service and their employees, to one in which all the decisions that trickle (drain, laden with sludge, to be honest) down to the store level are being made by a room full of intoxicated chimps, with sincere apologies to chimps everywhere.  By the holidays, I fully expect them to be replaced by a troop of wolverines, turning the stores into abattoirs.  Sheesh, how's this for a lighthearted reply, huh?

 

Anyway, congratulations on your new and groovy job.  Honest! 

 

And, did you notice that I didn't make any references to how normal you might actually be?  Yes, I can tell how proud you are of me.  Yes, I can!

Oh, yes, I am so proud of you juds!  woo hoo!   At any rate, it's true what you say about a job you love that has bene's.  If my former employer could have provided me with benefits, I would gladly have stayed there.  Because I could pretty much do my own thing, kind of like being my own boss really.  And, I suppose if he were to come to me today and say "I can offer you yada yada yada"  I would go back.  But that is life.  This new place is extremely busy, and I feel like, because of my experience, they have chosen to forego formal training and have just thrown me to the wolved, slapped me into a fryin pan, left me for the lions, etc etc.  Nothing like trial by fire, let me tell you.  And yes, I have voiced my opinion about that....everybody, I mean everybody needs some sort of training on a new job.  Well, we shall see how I do muddling through.  (Hey, that rhymed!)