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So! things have been going very, very well of late. I continue to enjoy being a pharmacist far more than I ever enjoyed being a pharmacy student. I don’t even really mind my bitchy, high-maintenance patients, because I only have to deal with them for 35 hours of my precious week, and then I walk 15 minutes to get home and knit the rest of the evening while the BH plays video games.

Yes, I’m a grown-up. I have bills and in-laws and ailing grandparents and rapidly aging parents who get suspicious bronchitis. I have to do the gross stuff like cleaning bathrooms and emptying mousetraps. But the really, really good thing about finally being grown up is that my time is my own again, and I don’t feel guilty about claiming it. I started working as a pharmacist in July, and the months since then have been enough to make all the suck of the preceeding seven years worthwhile. This year has been good enough to me that I don’t feel the need to put on my boots and drop-kick it out the door.