Miss Margo note: I did not write the passage below; I am reproducing it because I find it moving and want to discuss it and share it with others.
It comes from a blog I like to read called Your Pharmacist May Hate You, authored by an anonymous pharmacist who calls himself “The DrugMonkey, Master of Pharmacy.” I have no relationship with this person, I just read his blog, where he writes about his job, pharmacy school, his thoughts on the heath care system, his politics, and, every now and then, his personal life.
I stumbled upon YPMHY entirely by accident and started reading because I found his rants about his job in a corporate drugstore were really funny. The rest of it really grew on me. DrugMonkey has a great self-deprecating sense of humor, and even though his blog tile mentions hating, he’s more morose than hostile.
I am a little worried about him. He is lonely and mentions drinking at night in almost every post. Boy, I know what that’s like. He also talks about how he prefers to work on Thanksgiving. It sucks to be alone on Thanksgiving! The second year after I moved out here to go to school, I was alone on Thanksgiving (I lied to my Mom and said that I had been invited to a dinner, so that she wouldn’t worry). In truth, I bought some roast turkey from Whole Foods and washed it down with two bottles of inferior red wine and fell asleep on the sofa. Good times, hey? Yeah, that was a nightmare.
Anyway, this is a sad post by DrugMonkey, but I like it because I really really identify with it and I suspect just about everyone else can, too. It is a really human post.
I hope DrugMonkey doesn’t mind my posting this. If you somehow end up reading this and you object, sir, please shoot me a comment or an email alerting me to the fact and I’ll take it down. Thanks!
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It Rained Today.
But today I noticed the umbrella looked as tired and as old as I feel some mornings when I leave for work. I noticed the parts that faced up towards the car window and took the beating of the summer sun were faded, which gave the umbrella an unintentional two-tone look. And I thought about the rainy day in Pennsylvania.