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It’s official. They made me quite a handsome offer to be the pharmacy manager. I didn’t get the relocation bonus, but my salary more than makes up for it. I’m taking over a store that’s 16% below script goal. With all the fake promises I threw at them during the interview, I have quite a big load to carry. I’m already feeling the pressure of middle management nagging me about increasing script count. Still, I love this company and truly believe in what it stands for.

Before graduation, I had sworn never to be the PIC. And I never would have thought I’d end up in this city. But here I am, riding along, enjoying every bump and every curve.

As I prepare to relocate and advance in my career, this warm, cozy apartment will always be remembered as my first residence after graduation. Many fun times were had, and I’ll surely look back with fond memories.

After working with type A personalities and dealing with type B shitheads at work, I came home and saw this.

Cleared all my troubles away.

They say you are what you eat. From looking at my fridge, I guess I’m a big sissy whose diet contains 80% vegetables. Not! Nonetheless, this is my fridge at 1:46 pm.

#1. Hot and sour soup. That little Chinese place has the best hot and sour soup and fried rice (hidden behind the Coke bottle). I drove an hour, back and forth, just to pick that up. Got diarrhea afterward, so not worth it.

#2. Not a clue what’s in there, but it’s been taking residence in my fridge for a few months now. I guess its lease will expire next time my mom visits.

#3. This semi-delicious (a little dry) baked pork was awaiting on my plate last night after work.

#4. “Peach, I could eat a peach for hours,” especially with muối ướt.

#5. Bí luộc, not particularly my food of choice.

#6. Left-over Papa John’s from a going-away party for my best tech. Thin crust every time.

#7. Veggies assortment. Honestly, I stop looking as soon as I see green, leafy stuff.

#8. The forbidden drawers. I’ve probably only opened these once since I moved here 8 months ago. I was frantically searching for some lime for my Corona.

Oh, note to self: buy beer and water.

Believe it or not, vacationing is an addiction, an expensive one at that. Once it starts, it will most likely continue. It’s getting so bad that I often find myself searching and planning for the weekend ahead during my free time at work. I would get the craving to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it’s not home. I am planning a trip to New York and Canada this September with a few friends. A Europe tour is in the making for next year. I may possibly go back to Vietnam before I get married, or even to get married.

I work hard. The best way to reward myself is to explore the world. Might as well do it while I’m still young and hands untied. Once the kids come and old age, CHD, backache, arthritis, and osteoporosis follow, the only site I’ll be seeing is my front porch.

I’ll be spending July 4th in the great state of Colorado. Chances are, there won’t be any posts until late next week. I may tweet my trip if I have time. If not, I’ll be sure to upload lots of pictures when I get back. Have a great 4th of July.

Her name is not really Michelle. In fact, she’s not even a person. She’s my dear old car Altima. But it sounds a whole lot more romantic calling her Michelle.

Michelle was my first car, a hand-me-down from my older brother. Throughout our 10-year affair, she never caused any problem at all. Mile 1 or mile 139,890, she ran cool and smooth. Her alignment was always perfect, her AC always freezer cold. She braved the road with me every hour of the day. Sometimes when I couldn’t sleep, I would take her out at 3, 4 o’clock in the morning and just drive. We would return 5 hours later. That’s how much I trusted her.

Sadly after acquiring a new car, I had to let her go although she still has at least another 1500 miles left in her. She was 15 years old. Goodbye, Michelle. You will be missed.

I hate sending “textes” (I’m sure that’s not a Webster-approved word, but neither are OMG, ROFL, and LOL). It takes me 8 minutes to send an 8-letter text. By the time I finish toggling between letters, T9Word, symbols and numbers, I forget what I wanted to say in the first place. Plus, I haven’t a tiny clue on the accepted text messaging decorum. Educate me if you will. How long do I wait to send a reply? And once the conversation starts, who has the last word? If I don’t reply, I seem rude. And if I do, it could go all day. Pretty soon, I find myself texting while driving, texting while working, texting while eating, texting while, well, wasting. I can’t tell you how many mid-conversation texts I have on my phone.

As much as I hate sending text messages, I can’t seem to escape it. It very much has become a social exigency in this iEverything world.

Many of you are probably dying to know what kind of pen I use at work. In fact, you’re so anxious to find out you can hardly sleep at night. OK, maybe not, you don’t give a damn. But in case you do, tucked snugly inside my right pocket 10 to 12 hours a day, 3 to 4 days a week is the Pilot G2 07, known by many as the Lexus of pens (when I said “many” I meant just me).

This gel pen writes like you wouldn’t believe. Its ultra smooth writing makes it ideal for taking phone-in prescriptions, especially from big-mouthed nurses talking at a rate of 600 wpm while giggling and stuffing their pie hole with food at the same time. It is almost smear-proof, dries extremely fast, and never ever leaves nasty globs of ink behind. Most importantly, it comes in, besides 8 other colors, pink, turquoise, and my favorite, purple. I refuse to use any other pens. That’s like driving a Corolla when you already have a Lexus. Who would want to do that!

This capture is from a daycare webcam. That cool cat standing against the bookshelf is my godchild, Francis. Isn’t he cool or what!