January 27th, 2006
Wow, it’s been twelve years. This very day twelve years ago I began my path to the career I have now. I was a sophomore at San Diego State University, looking for a job, and for two weeks had no luck. I wanted to work in the health field. I applied at doctors’ offices, clinics, and hospitals. Nothing came up. I still remember it like it was just last week, yet it feels like twelve years ago. It was a Monday in 1994, the day of the Northridge earthquake, MLK day if memory serves correctly. I’d applied everywhere the previous two weeks and things were looking bleak. I did have a job; I worked at the SDSU Love library. I shelved books that were returned as well as picked books up from the study tables and returned them to their proper shelves. I just wanted a job in a field I was interested in having a career in. I was a biology major, and wanted to do something with health care. So anyway, back to MLK day in 1994, my Mom had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a cream for her feet, we went to SAVON because it was right across the street from the podiatrist office. I was wearing jean overalls, hiking boots, and my hair was in a banana clip, I was by no means presentable. Anyway, I figured I’ll fill out one more application - it couldn’t hurt.  The pharmacy clerk gave it to the pharmacy manager, who was in the break room. I figured I would either get a phone call in a week or so, or not. My Mom and I started to leave and the clerk called out to me and said the manager wanted to see me in the back.  I was so nervous! I was not expecting an on the spot interview. So I figured I better walk in with the best attitude and major confidence because I was not dressed for it.  The manager told me he was leaving soon, but liked my application and apparently I had made a good impression because he recommended me to the next manager. I did have a formal interview with him the following week. That one I was ready for. My official hire date was January 27, 1994 a date I’ll never forget. After some time as a pharmacy clerk, I became a state licensed pharmacy tech. I enjoyed it so much and the people I worked with were so encouraging that I decided to apply to pharmacy school. My first pharmacist mentor was Pieter, the manager who hired me (the new manager at the time). I learned a great deal from him, and though he left before I began the application process I still consider him a great teacher and mentor. This company has been very good to me over the years, I was able to transfer my position to a store in Iowa while I attended pharmacy school, and I even earned a SAVON scholarship which was a huge financial help during my entire time in pharmacy school. I’ve been a licensed pharmacist for nearly three years now, and I’ve been a pharmacy manager since November 2004.  I do like being a community pharmacist; what a great day January 27th is for me.   take careÂ

June 18, 1998 Gram, Kate, Pieter, & Nicolette.
Scholarship Award
January 18th, 2006
Have you ever people watched? At times I do enjoy people watching, especially as I get older. When I was a child I couldn’t sit still, but now I can sit and just watch the world. One of the best places to people watch is the airport, the saddest and happiest places on earth. Just think you can watch people as they begin their travel plans to a wonderful dream vacation.  Maybe you’re sharing the airport with a family that’s on an emergency trip to see someone very ill, or even worse for a funereal. I’m telling you, happy and sad all in that confined area. Of course there are your business travelers, but they too could very well be happy to be going home to loved ones or happy about the possibilities of a new business deal, or sad because the trip do not turn out as well as expected… maybe it was a complete failure. It’s just quite fascinating. I like to observe how important individuals think they are, or how they can be sure their conversation can be heard by people watchers, even conversations on the phone.  Now I’m not ease dropping, I’m simply minding my own business and words, expressions, tones all rush into my ears. I believe some people like to be watched and enjoy the attention. People watching is truly an art, it’s not staring at someone; it’s more glancing and observing. Some may think it is being nosy, but I like to think of it has an exercise in sociology. Quite fascinating really.Â
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January 9th, 2006
 Happy Thanksgiving
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve been here, way too long.  I can always use the lame old excuse I was too busy with the holidays, yadda yadda yadda.  Thanksgiving was interesting, I had to work, but that was okay.  Super K took a fall outside our door step and sprained her ankle, funny it was the same location I took a fall and sprained my ankle about five months previous. We might invest in a caution sign. Dinner was fantastic; my man brought a plate and shared some turkey with me in the break room at work. After I got home from my twelve hour shift we went to visit hop-along and had a terrific Thanksgiving night. Â
As for Christmas my bro did make it home after all. He and my man were in cahoots to pull off a surprise for the rest of the family.  Nick flew into LAX on a late Wed night; luckily it was Richard’s last day of class.  The “story” was that Richard had a seminar to attend up in LA, so he would be home late that night, probably well after midnight.  Well Thur morning I got up to go to work and to my surprise there was my bro sleeping in the spare room next to ours.  Pretty cool surprise. He was home for two weeks and it was nice to catch up and visit.  We still have plenty of beer if anyone is interested.  :)  Christmas morning was loads of fun. I surprised my man with his gift.  I bought tickets to a Phoenix Suns vs. Miami Heat basketball game. He was pretty excited when he opened the box and saw the tickets.  It was a terrific weekend just what we needed, more on that later. Â
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New Year’s was a grand old time. We had a little get together at Casa Shea.  We had some Greek food, and great company. We celebrated my man’s 32nd year of life (yup I had to mention the specifics) as well as rang in the New Year.
This past weekend Richard and I drove to PHX for the big game. What a drive it was. All the way there we kept smelling something funny in the car. SNIFF SNIFF all along the 8 freeway, SNIFF SNIFF, “Is that cat pee?” Turns out one of our lovelies pissed on Richard’s shoe, a gift that keeps on giving. Unfortunately, those were the only shoes he brought. We tried everything, washing with soap and water, baby powder; we even doused it with Old Spice. Too bad we didn’t have any Stetson. :) In the end we tossed the shoes and bought some sandals. The game was Friday night and it was a great deal of fun. I didn’t know basketball could be so exciting.   We were routing for the Miami Heat, but two of their star players were not playing. We did not do so well. Steve Nash of the Suns however, was absolutely awesome. It was a great game to watch. It was nice to get away, just the two of us.
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