28. . . WHEW!

So tomorrow's the BIG DAY! 28. . .whew Lord. I thank you that I'm so fabulous at that age! Erry'body can't say that.

So today at work, the technicians and a few pharmacists got together and sang Happy Birthday to me. . .Why is that weird? Umm I've only been there a little over 90 days, they don't do that for anyone else. . .But hey can I help it if I"m a genuinely nice person who talks to EVERYBODY! I don't have a clique. I'm not really into all that drama. I'm here to work, not find an enemy. What good would that do at the place where I spend most of my time.

The same things happened at my last job. When all the techs and pharmacists got together to give me a party. It's kinda an unspoken rule that techs are cool with techs and pharmacists only deal with pharmacists. But why is that. We all work in the same cramped space. We're all working together to get the job done, meds to the patient, the nurse off my phone or pager, and the doctor out of my ear. It's bananas.

The way I see it, is I've worked too hard to be the person and pharmacist that I am to fit into any type of mold or stereotype. I'm the same ghetto chick who will read YBF, Concreteloop, or Mediatakeout everyday, do the Soulja Boy at the drop of a dime, listen to Chrisette Michele, come to work with a Vera Bradley bag (by the way the clearance sale is tomorrow in Charlotte, wear my Tiffany necklace, get my Starbucks tall coffee with toffee nut, drive SiLexi, live Uptown Charlotte, like John Mayer (waiting on the world yall), True TarHeel born & bred, toilet paper a tree after a Duke/UNC game, give a killer presentation/interview, whatever, PharmD. . .but still str8 up from Hot Whitakers, NC. . .Don't try to put me in a mold. . . I won't fit! I'm telling you!