After, coming up to four months of 'nothing but coming home from work and sitting at the dining room table and completing my coursework' I'm pleased to say I've done it.
In all it's taken me just over two years to achieve the qualification and this summer I'll register as a Pharmacy Technician. With this will hopefully come a new job and a pay rise. It's been a struggle but by Jove I hope it pays off!
I'd like to convince myself and you, fine folk that whilst I've been completing my studies I've been wholly focused on my work and haven't ventured out at all for fear of spoiling any study time with a hangover or tiredness or that unmistakable lack of concentration you get after meeting someone hot in a bar and all you can do is think of them etc etc... well, point is, I did go out.
Quite a bit to be honest.
My social life didn't *really* suffer...
Foodie stuff-wise there was the AWESOME G'Vines Gin Connoisseur Programme where the creme de la creme of Manchester's bartenders created and served some outstanding cocktails in a bid to become the worlds best gin bartender, much to my appreciation; Liquor and Burn set afloat their breakfast menu and we can now all breathe a huge sigh of relief that our morning burrito-needs are well an truly met; much excitement and food and bowling with my chums at the Black Dog Bowl launch; Geurilla Eats happened again and I helped out (I had a great time and was able to match faces to Twitter names FINALLY) and I had a luscious evening with my homegal Lauren learning about the origin of Kahlua and drinking copious White Russians - what a nightmare *sideways glance*, along with those handsome fellas The Liquorists at The Market restaurant. All of that interspersed with some great dinners with my nearest and dearests, winter birthday BBQ's, the most gorgeous weekend away in idyllic Anglesey with the most gorgeous girl I know (Anna, FYI), oh, of course another beltin' weekend away with the other three most gorgeous girls I know (B, A and Esme) in the Motherland.
I kept up my whinging and whining throughout the last three months about 'HOW MUCH WORK I've got to do' of course. I just couldn't possibly find the time to write about it too because as soon as I looked at my laptop I felt immediately wracked with guilt if I wasn't writing about fucking medicine or interactions or contr-indications or what I deemed to be an 'appropriate' way to handle nuisance patients (smack them round the face and tell them to GTFO). So I went to a few things, just to get away from anything work related really.
I like waffling on here but do occasionally question the true purpose of a blog. Is it for freebies? Is it because you enjoy writing? Are you a show off? Is it because you don't have anyone else to talk to and it's the only way you can let off some steam?
I just wanted to know if I was capable of stringing a sentence together without any swear words - writing it down is a great audit trail.
Turns out I'm shit at it.
Anyway, je suis back in the building.
