You got the job

Well, looks like yours truly has been hired. 

I got the job and looks like I'll be headed back into the pharmacy whether I'm ready or not.

I'll be starting my orientation in a week, I'm nervous of course. I'm also wondering what shoes I'll be wearing since I've been told No Sneakers.

The consensus is CROCS. I'm no Mario Batali, this will take a bit to get accustomed to.

The days are starting to add up and my anxiety is also making an appearance, it'll be my first day again in a new place.  

It's not quite a full year but almost, since I last was inside of a pharmacy. Technicians vaccinate people now, things have changed and I'm sure are still the same. I'm not regretful of the time I had to myself, I was genuinely burned out. I finally got to spend time with my daughter and do online schooling with her. I got to sleep in and drink in the mornings. I got to not drive like a maniac because I wasn't late to work, I didn't have anywhere to be, so I just was. I got to make others late in traffic and be a consumer.  I got to see my boyfriend more, cut all of my hair off, and smoked more weed than Matthew Mcconaughey.  

I got the luxury of figuring out what I wanted my next move to be, and finally, was given the opportunity to introduce a new member to the family.

 

She'll be four months on June 7th, I go back to work on the 3rd. I don't want to leave Penny but working in a giant warehouse with Bulk dog items and toilet paper is a must right now.

I hope she'll be okay with me away. My position is part time, I'm expecting the shit schedule noone wants to work. This pharmacy closes on Sunday at least, but I'm thinking my schedule will be something like before in the days under Dragon. I'd go in the afternoons and stay to close. My Saturdays will be obsolete. 

We can wear our own scrubs as long as they are not bright happy colors that resemble life outside of work.

I ordered some black scrubs from Amazon.

They fit?

They don't fit because this body is not the one it belongs to.

I need to lose this fucking weight.

I'm officially at 182lbs.

It's horrible. I try not to look into reflective anything much.

I should've took laxatives today.

I need this weight off now. 

My GW is 130lbs. 

I've officially begun. 

Since I'm no longer unemployed, this will be my last entry here, and the beginning of the next entry into it.

Into the darkness, hello old friend, Ana.