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I am back in physiotherapy and at work after convalescing on the couch for several weeks. As soon as I was back, my boss scared the shit out of me by saying we needed to have a “chat”—a word which has never bided well for me.

It turned out to be the pharmacy manager equivalent of the birds and bees: “There comes a time in the life of every young intern where things start changing. You are beginning a new time in your life, and we want to be here to support you.”

I don’t crave recognition or prestige, so I’ve never particularly had delusions of pharmaceutical grandeur. What I want is a job I don’t hate that I can come home from to a family. Almost any job that requires my degree will satisfy that. I’m less sure about being able to tolerate retail, even given that $Chain_Pharmacy may represent the worst of the experience.

Today I wrapped up my wedding dress and sent it off to a charity. I am not a young bride anymore, and in the now it is time to release the old fantasies of what might have been.