This picture is here to illustrate exactly how much I have neglected things like taking care of my toenails and getting pedicures regularly so that I can wear cute shoes during the spring and summer. It’s not just the money of getting a pedicure… They are like $30 if you’re lucky by the way… It is the time spent sitting there while they clean and maintain your feet that just drives me absolutely crazy. It may seem like I like doing things like dying my hair and getting my nails done but really it’s a chore that I do because I want to look and feel feminine and attractive. I enjoyed the results but actually sitting in the chair and making small talk with someone doing your nails or doing your hair makes me so deeply uncomfortable. I actually prefer going to crowded places where people are making conversation from chair to chair so that I can fade into the background and just get my acrylics and my toenails taken care of and get the hell out of there and on with my life. It’s not a treat for me it’s a necessity for my mental well-being. Self-care and all that.

So I got into the Masters program. This means in some ways that I have accomplished a lot but the real accomplishment lays before me. I still have to finish my prerequisites for the Masters program to officially be eligible for membership into their secret club for jerks. I’m exaggerating a bit but it’s has seemed rather exclusionary at least as far as getting back to emails and being helpful with how to register properly through the school.  I have had to jump through quite a bit of hoops and be annoyingly persistent with my correspondence to make sure that I get into the classes that I need to be in. I know this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg when it comes to how hard I have to work for the next two years and change. I’m pretty intimidated with the entire process but I know that I can do well if I just stick to my plan and work my ass off. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Stick to the plan. Sounds like good old-fashioned American advice doesn’t it? USA! USA! 

What else has been going on? Well apart from taking new classes I have current classes that I need to do pretty well on. My human development class is particularly annoying at the moment because I am right at the cusp of having an A in my class, but I missed four points on the last 30 point Assignment, And that was enough to lower my grade from a 93 to a 92, an A-. I know I really shouldn’t worry that much about having a perfect 4.0, but it really would make me feel better about starting a Masters level classes if I was kicking ass at the prerequisites. I got an a in last semester so I have a 4.0 currently, but that will change really quick if I don’t put all my effort into the last two sections of the class/book.

So just to make sure that everything I talk about isn’t incredibly difficult to swallow/empathize with, I will tell the story of when I went to the pharmacy today. First of all they texted me to let me know that my medication was ready and since the last time I talked with them I told them I only wanted medication refilled when it was all able to be refilled at once, I figured I would get my full supply of medication when I arrived at Walgreens. Not only did they not have my medications filled at all except for the one that I actually did not need, they were apparently contacting my doctor asking for a refill of her prescription that I always bring in a prescription paper for after I go to my doctors appointments… The dosages change based on how I am feeling currently and it’s not always the same prescription so using my old one to do a refill was actually probably the stupidest thing they could do. I am sure that they were trying to do their best because I’ve always had a fairly positive experience with this pharmacy but honestly you don’t even check if someone’s prescriptions have changed before you refill them, you just try and contact the Dr directly? That seems like they’re trying to get around to contacting the patient. If I had been a little old lady who was just trying to get her medications and make her way home, they would have given me the wrong prescription, the wrong medication, and they didn’t even have it ready when I arrived at the pharmacy because of their text telling me that everything was ready.

And just look above you for a minute and noticed that my writing about my annoyance at the pharmacy took up more time than my discussion of my masters fucking program. I just want to emphasize that that’s exactly how much the customer service I got bothered me. Not just because it inconvenienced me but because it’s a fucking dangerous practice, doing blind refills without contacting the customer at all. Seriously not cool Walgreens.

Thank you as always for reading, loyal reader, I certainly hope when I start my program that I don’t drop off the map and quit writing this. It has been a labor of love and I really like having it around so that I remember what I was doing when I was doing it and who I was doing it with. My bipolar Brain doesn’t have the greatest memory in the world… Which I do recall that I have mentioned several several times. My point is please keep reading I really like having people around knowing what I am up to. Have a wonderful delightful night.