During my freshman year in high school, my science teacher assigned us to interview people in the community about how they use science in their careers. Although I don’t remember most of the people I spoke with, I can tell you that I spent meaningful time with a local community pharmacist who changed my life.
What I saw was a man who loved his career and truly cared for his patients. In an instant, I knew that I wanted to become a pharmacist, and I never wavered from that goal throughout high school.
Knowing what you want to be when you grow up at age 14 is unusual, but it is very liberating. I simply had to work backwards to figure out how to achieve my goal of becoming a pharmacist.
After high school, I chose to attend Ohio Northern University (ONU) because it had a unique pharmacy program. Rather than attending college for 2 years and then applying to the pharmacy program, ONU students were admitted to the College of Pharmacy from day one.
Although it was expensive, being in pharmacy school from day one and avoiding the risk of rejection made it worthwhile for me.
In college, I spent a lot of time in the library. Although the classwork was difficult, I did well with one exception: organic chemistry.
I did fail organic chemistry—a notorious “weed out” course—but I successfully retook the class over the summer and graduated on time with the rest of my classmates. Failing a course is a difficult stumbling block, but I stood strong and persevered.
Today, I’m thankful for the wonderful pharmacy profession for so many reasons.
First, I’m thankful that community pharmacists are the health care professionals most accessible to the public. If my local pharmacist wasn’t accessible to me, then I likely would have taken a different career path.
Second, I’m proud of the work we pharmacists do, the diversity of our career options, and the relationships we share with our patients and fellow health care providers.
Pharmacy is a profession that makes a real difference in people’s lives. It certainly has made all the difference in mine.
Blood Donation, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Canada, Health & Body | | Romantic | May 18, 2018
(In high school, I go with my girlfriend when she donates blood. I recently got a piercing, so I can’t donate. After, in the recovery room, she keeps bending over to look under the table. The first few times I look, too, but I don’t see anything interesting.)
Me: “What do you keep looking at?”
Girlfriend: “What?”
Me: “You keep looking at something under the table!”
Girlfriend: “Oh! I’m not looking at anything; I’m passing out.”
(I went and grabbed a nurse. Kind of put me off donating blood!)
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Ellenwood, Georgia, Silly, USA |
Romantic | May 16, 2018
(I am pregnant, and though I have gotten past morning sickness for the most part, I am still not a morning person. My boyfriend has also discovered how to use my cravings to his advantage. My boyfriend’s alarm goes off, and he gently shakes me while hitting the snooze button.)
Boyfriend: “Hey, it’s time to get up.”
(I ignore him. A few minutes later, the alarm goes off again, and he hits snooze.)
Boyfriend: “C’mon, let’s get up. We’ve got things to do today.”
(I roll over and ignore him. A few minutes later, the alarm goes off again.)
Boyfriend: *quietly in my ear* “Cheese fries.”
Me: *stomach growls loudly, I open one eye* “Mmph.”
Boyfriend: “If you get up, I’ll get you some cheese fries. Just for you.”
Grocery Store, Harassment, Strangers, USA | Romantic | May 14, 2018
(I’m a new cashier and female. It’s a pretty slow day. This customer looks to be in his early 30s and his items are wine and a box of condoms. He winks at me and I catch a whiff of his cologne.)
Customer #1 : “We could use these together if you want, kitten.”
Me: “Sir, the only thing cheaper than that line is your cologne. Also, I’m 16, and you’re holding up the line. Your total is [total]. Cash or credit?”
(He sheepishly pays and leaves. [Customer #2 ] lets out a small chuckle.)
Casino, Harassment, Las Vegas, Nevada, Rude & Risque, USA | Romantic | May 13, 2018
(I work in a casino in Las Vegas, a city famous for its casinos… and prostitutes. A guy walks up with a group of friends and starts talking to me. He says I am beautiful, asks what my sign is, and informs me that he “won big at the casino and is moving to Vegas.” I am unimpressed.)
Me: “Winning big can mean many things. One thousand dollars is winning big.”
Guy: *laughs* “Would a thousand dollars change your life?”
(I ponder my upcoming phone bill, and rent, and union dues, so, yes, a thousand dollars would change my life for about a month.)
Guy: “If I gave you a thousand dollars, could I f*** you?”
Me: “I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE!” *walks away*
(He tried to apologize, and his friends told him to just leave me alone. He claimed I “misunderstood.” No, I understood, and I am not for sale!)
Bad Behavior, Divorce, home, USA | Romantic | May 12, 2018
(My best friend has finally made the decision to leave her husband. She has been wanting to for about a year, but kept trying to make it work, which has failed. She records the actual break-up conversation and shows it to me. And I just have to share.)
Husband: *enters kitchen*
Wife: “Hey, [Husband], would you please come sit at the table with me for a moment? We need to talk.”
Husband: “Okaaaay.”
(He sits down slowly, obviously confused by her tone.)
Wife: “We’ve been married nearly three years now.”
Husband: “Yes, best three years of my life, Honey Bunny.”
Wife: “Uh-huh… See, that’s where we differ.”
Husband: “What are you talking about?”
Wife: “On our wedding day, I promised to love and respect you. And you also made that promise to me.”
Husband: “Yeah, that’s how wedding vows work.”
Wife: “Uh-huh. But I’m the only one that kept that promise.”
Husband: *jumping from his chair* “What the hell are y—”
Wife: “I’m still speaking.” *she gives him a scary “shut up” look and he sits back in his chair* “After we were married, you begged me to quit my job. It was an amazing job, that I loved, that I was good at, and that was about to give me an amazing promotion. I quit it, for you. Then, we had to sell my vehicle, because without my job, we couldn’t afford repairs. Then I got pregnant. And when I was six months pregnant, we just had to move. Because the state we had to move to is the only state that had the specific health facilities you needed. So, I gave birth with a doctor I barely knew, surrounded by strangers. Except for you, obviously. But then you went home, and I was alone and exhausted taking care of a newborn at the hospital for three days. Visits from you were quick and brief. I didn’t even have a cell phone of my own, so I had no one to talk to. And then you decided that we just had to move again, twelve hours away, four days after I had just given birth. Our daughter is now a year and a half old, and you have changed a total of two diapers, and made maybe five bottles, and never without complaint. For the last two years, I don’t think I’ve had a single orgasm. I’ve even told you, begged you, to put more effort into our love life. Instead, you tell me to ‘take care of it myself’ while you use me as a personal human masturbator. You always achieve release and receive many oral favors, never giving anything in return. I feel like a blow-up doll. Since our daughter was born, you constantly talk down on me like I’m stupid, despite the fact that you’re usually wrong. I’ve pointed this out many times. You act as if you own me. I’m not allowed to wear certain clothes, get an actual job, or even see my family that moved across the country to live in the same town as us. I could probably go on, but I’ve made my point. I don’t like you, and I want a divorce. You can still be a father; I’d prefer it if you would. I’m not going to punish a child because our marriage didn’t work. Any questions?”
Husband: *has been silently crying and staring down at the table* “We could try couples counseling.”
Wife: “I thought of that, too. But, you know what? I’ve pointed out most of these issues a million times. A couple of them put me into a rage-filled depression. That’s a weird emotion to have. Even if counseling did help, why would I stay with someone that has to be told, by someone other than me, the exact same things I already told him? You’re not a child I’m going to go tattle on every time you do something I already told you not to do. This is an emotionally controlling marriage, and I’m tired of it. I will not have my daughter see this marriage as her example of what to expect. I’d have her live to be an old spinster, alone, if it meant she could avoid wasting years on misery like this.”
Husband: “You’re going to regret leaving me.”
Wife: “Hmm. No, I’m not. There’s another thing I forgot to mention. My sister has a lot of friends; she’s very popular, you know. Well, one of her many friends sent her this.”
(She pulls up a picture on her phone. It’s a screenshot of a message conversation with his cell number, with pictures of him. ALL of him. He just stares blankly at the phone.)
Wife: “So… I’ve been planning on leaving for a while. This just kind of makes it all the more easier. This is how it’s going to work: I had to quit my job and stay home with our child, so I have no money. You make pretty good money and made it your mission to not let me have a penny. You’re going to pay alimony only long enough for me to get a job and a place. Once that’s done, no more alimony. But then, you’ll pay child support. Nothing extravagant, just enough to help a little. And if you want to be a father, just let me know. We can set up a schedule to share. But I have to know of every person you bring around our child. If you bring in a ‘Buddy’ or girlfriend before introducing them to me, you won’t see your daughter. Don’t worry; you won’t have to pay support if you don’t see her. That seems a bit cruel to me.”
Husband: “I don’t have the money to support you.”
Wife: “There it is again: you thinking I’m stupid. You get a specific set amount of money every month, and all the bills combined don’t even use up a quarter of it. That’s why you spend insane amounts of money on things you’ll never use again. I do the taxes, budgeting, and bills, dumba**. Everything is well-documented. You try to hide away anything, I’ll know, and I’ll report it. I’m not demanding the house, and I’m not demanding extreme amounts of money. I’m demanding the bare minimum of what I’m due after wasting three years on you.”
(I was already headed over to pick up her and her daughter. They didn’t have that many belongings, since he didn’t like to spend money on them, so it was quick to load up and go. Don’t make promises you can’t or won’t keep, people. Respect your life partner.)
They Were Not In Concert When They Got To The Concert
Concert, Fights/Breakups, Jerk, Massachusetts, USA, Worcester | Romantic | May 11, 2018
(I’m at a concert for a group I’m just getting into. I only know one of their songs but I’m having a great time. They take a pause, and the lead singer walks to the front of the stage.)
Singer: “When we were just getting here, we ran into a guy outside who was crying. He told us his girlfriend had just broken up with him, here. He’d been so pumped about going to a concert with his girlfriend, and once they got here, she left for good. So! Everyone in the audience! SAY, ‘THAT’S BULLS***!’”
Audience: “THAT’S BULLS***!”
Singer: “THAT’S BULLS***!”
Audience: “THAT’S BULLS***!”
(The concert proceeded as normal from that point on. To those of you who have been broken up with at events you and your partner went to together: that’s bulls***.)
Food & Drink, home, Silly, Spouses & Partners, USA | Romantic | May 10, 2018
(Usually my husband and I share snacks, but occasionally I have some that I would rather keep to myself. Also, my husband has claimed that he does not like M&Ms. I like to mix several different flavors of M&M together, and I keep them where I think they are hidden. One day, I see that my stash has been found and gotten into, but I just shrug it off and say nothing. However, my husband brings it up
Husband: “Did you mix some different kinds of M&Ms together in that bag?”
Me: “Yes, I did. It’s peanut butter, pretzel, and caramel M&Ms. It’s effing delicious.”
Husband: “I thought so. I was trying to avoid the caramel ones.”
Me: “Well, one good way to avoid the caramel ones is to get your own damn M&Ms and stay out of mine.”
Florida, Hair Salon, Rude & Risque, Silly, Tampa Bay, USA | Romantic | May 8, 2018
(I’m at the salon getting my hair cut with my stylist who I have been going to for nearly five years. We know each other quite well and both have a similar, snarky sense of humor. The stylist at the chair to our left brings over her new client, a stunning young woman in her 20s, with beautiful, thick blonde hair down to about the bottom of her waist.)
Other Stylist: “So, what are you looking for today?”
Client: “I just want about two inches taken off.”
(She then indicates with her hand what would be between four to six inches. My stylist and I lock eyes in the mirror and try not to laugh. The stylist and client go off to the sinks.)
Australia, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, home, Ignoring & Inattentive, Melbourne, Rude & Risque, Silly, Victoria | Romantic | May 7, 2018
(At home, my significant other is playing a medieval-style video game. I’ve just gotten out of the shower and am walking back to our bedroom to finish getting dressed when he updates me on what’s happening in his game.)
Significant Other: “Hey, baby, I just f***** the princess!”
Me: *laughing* “That’s awesome, hun. Want to do it again?”
Significant Other: “Nah, I don’t think I can get back to that part of the game again, because it’s story-based.”
Me: “Uh… Babe…”
Significant Other: “What?”
Me: *raises eyebrow, looks down at towel covering me, looks back at oblivious fool*
Significant Other: “Oh. Well, then…” *races me to the bedroom*
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Chicago, College & University, Illinois, Silly, Text/Chat/Email, USA | Romantic | May 6, 2018
(My anatomy and physiology class has started cadaver dissections, and although the professor is on hand to help or answer questions, he tries to let us do as much of it as possible. When a student accidentally nicks his palm with the scalpel, the professor ducks out of the lab to help him disinfect and bandage it, and since I have to change my gloves anyway, I take the opportunity to text my boyfriend.)
Me: “Warning: unsupervised undergrads with scalpels.”
Boyfriend: “It’s important to stab someone first to establish superiority.”
Me: “Nah, [Classmate] managed to stab himself with no help from me, which is why we’re currently unsupervised. My superiority is already established by my ability to properly wield the tools of dissection. I rule as Queen.”
Boyfriend: “Enjoy your reign of the land of corpses, and for any potential mutineers, threaten that they shall share the fate of the unwilling subjects of evisceration!”
Me: “The dissection cadavers donated their bodies to science, though; they’re not unwilling.”
Boyfriend: “Oh. Well, enjoy your stint as the queen of the dead things, then! Stir-fry tonight?”
(This counts as normal for us. He may be The One.)
Bizarre, California, Doctors, Harassment, Hospital, USA | Romantic | May 2, 2018
(I’m 20 and have just had an appendectomy, but I also went in hypokalemic, so before they discharge me they want to check my blood. This happens around six am, so I’m very sleepy. The phlebotomist looks like he is about 40 years old. I should also add I hate my blood getting drawn, and I am NOT a morning person.)
Phlebotomist: “Good morning! I’m here to draw your blood so we can check and make sure you’re good to go! Might I say, you are very pretty!”
Me: “Um… Okay?”
Phlebotomist: *turning to my mom* “Might I be able to take your daughter on a date when she is recovered?”
Mom: *stunned*
Phlebotomist: “Don’t worry; it’ll be after she is recovered. My wife divorced me a few years ago, and I think she—” *meaning me* “—would like me very much.”
Mom: *trying to be nice to the man with a needle in my arm* “Well, sir, we aren’t from this area. She just had emergency surgery, but we live somewhere else.”
Phlebotomist: “That is no problem. I can come visit when she is feeling better.”
(At this time, he is done drawing my blood, and stands there waiting for confirmation, never addressing what I think.)
Mom: “Sir, it’s very early, and I think my daughter would like to go back to sleep. I don’t think it’s going to happen.”
Phlebotomist: *to me* “What do you say? Would you like to go on a date?”
Georgia, home, Spouses & Partners, Stockbridge, USA | Romantic | April 28, 2018
(My mom is a dreamer and loves to travel. My father, on the other hand, is more of a homebody, and my mom lovingly refers to him as an old curmudgeon.)
Mom: “Man, I’d love to go to the beach. Or Paris. Or London.”
Dad: “Honey, when I’m gone, you can travel wherever you want to, whenever you want to.”
Bad Behavior, Silly, Spouses & Partners, Tourist Attraction, UK | Romantic | April 27, 2018
(I am on a tour of castles in the UK. One of the other passengers is a high-maintenance type who never stops complaining. Her husband seems like a nice enough guy, though on the quiet side. We are touring a 14th-century keep, and the guide is explaining some of the rather nasty stuff displayed on the wall, including an instrument of public punishment and humiliation for nagging wives. It’s an iron muzzle that straps around the victim’s face and through the mouth, pressing down on the tongue and preventing speech.)
Guide: “And this device is called a Scold’s Bridle.”
Church, Math & Science, Silly, Spouses & Partners, Texas, USA | Romantic | April 24, 2018
(I am a math teacher, and my husband is a bookkeeper working on an accounting degree, so we both do a lot of math. We attend a conservative church where women are expected to stay quiet. The sermon is about prophecies.)
Preacher: “The prophets weren’t like people today who make guesses about what might happen. For example, a weatherman might say it’s going to rain tomorrow. Well, he has a 50% chance of being right. It’s either going to rain, or it’s not.”
(I bite my tongue. My husband holds my hand.)
Preacher: “…and they might say the rain will start at three. And they’d have a 50% chance of being right, because the rain might start then, or it might not.”
(I hold my husband’s hand tight enough to leave fingernail marks, and start rocking in place. After the sermon, on the way home…)
Husband: “I can’t believe you managed to not say anything. Go ahead. Release the rant.”
Me: “That’s not how math works! Just because there’s two possibilities, it doesn’t make them equally likely!”
(I continued my rant all the way home. Now it’s a joke between us. If one of us asks what the chances are of anything, the other always answers “50%.”)
Alaska, home, Marriage & Partners, Pranks, Siblings, USA, Wedding | Romantic | April 23, 2018
(I am six. My sister is nine and bossy. My mother works for her friend, who has two boys our age. We play together in their huge backyard.)
Sister: “Let’s play ‘Grownups’!”
Me: “How do you play it?”
Sister: “We pair up and have a double wedding.”
(We have a pretend wedding with the boys. Then, I notice my sister smiling at me funny.)
Me: “What?”
Sister: “You have to kiss him.”
Me: “No way! Ew!”
Sister: “You have to; he’s your husband!”
Me: “You and [Other Boy] didn’t!”
Sister: “We did; you weren’t looking.”
Me: “Yuck.”
(Somehow she was able to convince me to kiss my friend. It was just a peck, but it felt weird and nasty. I couldn’t understand why adults did it. She laughed and laughed. Much later, I realized that she had lied, and I still haven’t forgiven her for tricking me into using up my first kiss!)
Australia, home, Love/Romance, New South Wales, Rude & Risque, Silly, Spouses & Partners | Romantic | April 22, 2018
(My husband and I are taking advantage of the kids being asleep to get intimate. Having not folded laundry in a week, we’ve accumulated a pile of it, which we have pushed off the bed first. We’ve just gotten naked and are now on the bed. I am face-down.)
Me: *coquettishly* “Now what are you going to do to me?”
Husband: *whisper-laughing* “Make you fold the laundry.”
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