Sunday, June 24, 2007


This is my first attempt at an anonymous blog. I've been working as a pharmacist for a busy retail chain store for a little less than a year, and in that time, I've accumulated a lifetime's worth of stories about idiotic customers, insurance companies, drug companies, etc. Since that stupid pharmacy has dominated the last year of my life, I haven't had much chance to share my ridiculous thoughts, so I figured this would be the place. The blog will probably start out slow as I search for topics to discuss, but fear not, give me a couple weeks, and I'm sure I'll gain a full head of steam.

Let me start my first blog post on a non-pharmacy related topic:

I'm single. I've been single for a little less than 2 years coming off of a 5 and 1/2 year relationship with a girl I thought I would marry. Not getting into specifics (I'll save that for another time), she went to Law School, thought to herself that she's rather hang out with scumbag lawyers who spend big bucks wining and dining clients at "hip" downtown bars and clubs instead of being with a regular, down-to-earth, pharmacist-to-be like myself. Am I bitter? Yeah, a little bit.

Anyway... Like I said before, I've been single for nearly 2 years. I also haven't been laid in that same amount of time. Now, on almost every level, this doesn't make a lot of sense. I'm not socially awkward. I'm only as weird as the next guy. I'm not bad looking. I'm in good shape. I'm intelligent. I have a good job. I have a 6-figure salary, and a nice car. I have a nice, thick head of hair. On paper, I should be batting the girls away with a stick. In reality, I get nothing.

You know what though? I'm almost alright with that. I suppose I've never been smooth with the ladies, so I never expected to have beautiful women throwing themselves at me. What really gets to me is when I'm out somewhere (grocery store, mall, movies, wherever) and I set my eyes on a drop dead gorgeous example of the opposite sex. You know, the type that makes you just stop for a moment and mutter "damn" under your breath. Then my gaze shift over a couple feet and see her standing with some pasty white guy wearing a wife-beater and torn up jeans, who looks like he hasn't shaved or bathed in 2 weeks. Without fail, the guy is driving a circa 1990 Honda Civic with a missing hubcap on at least 1 wheel.

Compare and contrast here.

Me: Clean cut. Clean shaven. Athletically built. Wearing bananarepublic clothes. Driving a luxury car. Got cash to spare.

Him: Just think Kurt Kobain without the talent or money.

If the guy treated her incredibly, it would be one thing. Most of the time, these pasty white scumbags treat women like shit. However, they never seem to be without a hot young girl on their arms. This made me realize what seems to be the key to dealing with women. It doesn't matter if you wear a wife beater, just as long as you wear it with confidence.

I honestly can't think of another explanation.


Naresh said...

Keep blogging mike. I am Narendar pharmacist from India,wish to work in US.

greensunflower said...

You know sometimes I think people must look at my husband and wonder just the opposite. He used to model, makes more money than we will ever spend, dresses nicely, treats me like a princess. I am ok looking, and quite overweight. But on the other hand I am smart, sassy, hardworking, and very loving.

Maybe I want to say looks and money dont mean everything, though they certainly help things out.

Frustrated Pharmacist said...

I didn't mean to imply that looks are uber important. I'm no Brad Pitt. Not by a looooong shot. I'm average looking, but in pretty good shape. That wasn't the point.

What I was trying to say is that you see so many hot women going with these dirt bag guys. I'm not talking about their looks. I'm talking about their whole demeanor. They present themselves as slackers who couldn't hold a job for more than a day, and they act like assholes. They treat women like dirt, yet they somehow never have a problem getting a girl.

That's why I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't matter what you look like, what clothes you wear, what job you have, how smart you are.... it just matters that you do whatever it is you do with confidence because women seem to respond to that more than anything.

At least that's from the guy's perspective.

pepperpourri said...

Had a look around your blog today. Read some of your older posts.

I'm sorry about what happened. Hope all goes well for you. When things don't go my way, I try to tell myself: things happen for a reason. But somehow, you still get that hollow feeling right?

You have a 6-figure salary?! Oh my God! Over here, we only get a 4-figure salary (sob!) and the starting pay for a pharmacist (during internship) is around RM2000+ (our currency). A registered pharmacist will remain with a 4-figure salary. The pay in retail will be higher but not that high.

I suppose it's the PharmD. A lecturer once told us that US pharmacists graduate with a PharmD, which gives them the edge (as in you wouldn't be bullied by the doctors). Somehow, there'll still be a few bad apples (as mentioned in your latest post).

By the way, in case you don't know, I'm still the same person lol, but with a different blog address. I'm trying to switch to another blogging website because I don't feel comfortable with a few lecturers knowing too much about my private life. This time, I'm going to be anonymous though. The only difficult thing is giving up the old blog and informing my friends about the swtich.

Anyway, good luck :)

Anonymous said...

Wow, I wish I would have started reading your entire blog-history from first to last instead of vice-versa. Okay...I'm going to try to explain something that doesn't evn make sense to me.
I am a 30 year old single female. At this point in my life, I have it all figured out (finally). But, all through my twenties (when I didn't quite know who I was or what I wanted), I dated jerks..lowlife jerks, actually.
Find a woman with her shit together...who is independant and lives here on earth, not in the clouds..I guarantee she has had a jerk or two in the past so as to be able to appreciate a decent, hard-working, classy man with manners and intelligence. Most of us come around...eventually. Keep your head up, someone like you won't be single for too long, I promise.