Work Experience and Glasses

So today I started my work experience, working in the pharmacy and medical section of the local drugstore. I was feeling rather pessimistic about it, suddenly thinking that I won’t actually learn that much about being a pharmacist as I’m not actually allowed to go ‘where the magic happens’ and handle the prescriptions.

But needless to say, I think that I’ve still learnt quite a bit, and after all the stocking of the shelves I know my way around the medicine section like the back of my hand

It sounds sad, but I didn’t thoroughly enjoy all my breaks. There was nothing to do but sit in the staff room drinking tea and reading the Argos catalogue they randomly had on the table. It was much more interesting and relaxing to be putting out the products.

There were of course some low points, like the fact that I have to also stock the condom section. And I see worried couples scurry in, grab a pregnancy test, and scurry back out. There was also a guy who (I think) told me off for having a confused look on my face when he asked for a product that I didn’t know and couldn’t fully understand because of his thick accent. But ahwell..

I’m also getting new glasses…

It’s Complicated

It’s complicated, life’s complicated. For a ‘young adult’ like me, it feels even more so. There’s so much advice being pushed at you, all contradicting each other.

I’m choosing my GCSEs, and my teachers are saying that this is the most important decision I’ll ever make, my entire life depends on it. So that totally freaked me out. Then I hear that GCSEs don’t mean much, except for if you go to College, and if so, what you study.

That was two years ago, and I’m never entirely sure if I made the right decision, of course, if I could, I would choose something else. Ditch music, and choose triple science with something else.

I’m trying to think of a general theme for this blog. But I think I’ll just stick with my misadventures of being an adolescent. Though the fact that I just hang about means that they mainly happen in the boredom of an English secondary school. How joyful, it’s actually rather sad.