C.S. wants me to go with him to pharmacy school. It isn’t enough that he can append B.A., J.D. to his name. Now he wants Pharm.D. I suppose the goal is to see if it is possible to unbalance a piece of paper by creating a signature so long, the weight of the ink undoes the precious balance, and rips it apart. I have to say, I’m not completely averse to the idea of going back into the educational realm. However, this is not quite the Ph.D. field I had in mind. Yes, there will be a lot of rote memorization of contraindicated medicines and efficacy and side-effects. Yes, there will likely be many more papers involving the minutiae of pharmaceuticals. Yes, this is nothing like I had in mind when considering pursuing the Ph.D.
He does make some good arguments for going to Ph-school. Further education never hurt anyone (except for spending 10-20 in the School of Hard Knocks for murder-one). It would be a great way to meet emotionally vulnerable women (and emotionally vulnerable homosexual men, though I don’t swing that way). Pharmacists make an inordinate amount for what they do (although the consequences if you screw up are much greater than if you forget to file a motion to dismiss and have to go to trial). We could also reconstitute the good-old C.K. Power Hour and muddle our way through the winding path of medicines. Plus, free drugs!
Unfortunately, I have yet to find a sugar-momma, and so would have to fund my own education, on top of my prior education. This would be an additional six years of schooling, taking me to the (un)tender age of 33, assuming I started next year, and did it full time. And really, little imagination is required to be a pharmacist (unless you do it wrong, in which case there are a lot of people out there still constipated, but getting great nights of sleep). It would be an excuse to move back to
In contrast, A.A. has told me about the wonders of becoming a physician’s assistant (think medical paralegal with more competence). Just a two year master’s, which is entirely doable. Maybe a year to get up to speed with the science info. Fairly high salaries, and stupid-crazy (is there any other kind of crazy?) job growth. Again, not really something I’m dreaming of (adidaf – All Day I Dream About Football). However, this may be something to tell C.S. to try. If he guns it with the night classes and works during the day, I may be more willing to give it a go. Could always use yet another career change. I need like eight more before I die, according to the statistics.
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M.C. expressed fear that I was selling out to make money because of all the crazy links. I'm not quite sure what that means (someone's paying me to put in sponsored links?), but rest assured, I would never put in ads or the like onto this blog. There just aren't enough of you readers to sustain any meaningful amount of cash flow. Z.M just expressed an unfocused confusion about those links. Fair enough, when something changes, and the familiar becomes un-, you are forced to ask questions. The big reason I've been putting those links in is because I have (dun-dun-dun!) writer's block, and I need something to take my mind off of it. The links won't be a permanent addition, just when I have the writer's block and can't figure out anything else to do. I've got something big in the works, and I'm actually quite afraid that I'll fail. Not just the normal, "Oh, I probably won't do well" when I know deep down I will. This is a heart-strangling, unspeakable "Oh, fuck me, this is really bad, what was I thinking" fear. Hence, me not saying anything about it on Writ. I'll mention it at a later date, or you can just e-mail me and ask me if I haven't already told you.
1 comment:
I figured the sudden link-addition was something like that. You're definitely not the sell-out type. And you know I'm wishing you the best of luck on your current undertaking. :)
Physician's assistant, huh?
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