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Some experienced pharmacists were matched with pre-reg or newly qualified pharmacists. The conversations were interesting and I got an understanding for how the younger members of the profession were feeling.A real sense of trepidation was evident, but also a quiet confidence in their ability to deliver pharmaceutical care in an ever changing world.Thank you to the LPF and especially Alison Thomson for organising.If you are single and looking to meet someone special in Scotland, it's time you joined the Scotland Social dating site.All I want is a boy to buy me Empire – is that too much to ask? I’m not saying that single-life in St Andrews is the end of the world.With all the bars/pubs closing at or around 12am, I can’t help feeling like Cinderella, surrounded by rotting pumpkin and various vermin as I wait for someone to pick up the shoe I’ve drunkenly flung to the curb. My grades are up, I’ve knit about 10 different garments this semester, I’ve started writing for online publications (it’s amazing how many outlets there are for my sexual frustration). Why not strike up a conversation in line for some machine-coffee at the 1413 (does anyone call it that)?
So what exactly makes being single in St Andrews suck quite so hard?
It is easy for us as professionals to work in blissful isolation, but events like this evening’s career networking event are so useful to broaden your professional outlook.
Many thanks to Liz Kemp for devising and providing this excellent mindmap on the possible career paths that a pharmacist might take.
Is it that I’m sure there’s a secret club where all these attractive men I only ever see as they’re LEAVING the library go to hide from me? No way to meet guys that doesn’t involve lying on the floor in Ma Bells wearing a shirt that says “Shag me, I’m single.”Too many times have I heard that ‘last call’ from the ‘pub’ and witnessed the ominous pairing-off of couples as they head home to get cozy and lovingly share a slice of Empire pizza. Sure there are DJ events and house parties and such, but what percentage of drunken hookups actually turn into meaningful relationships?
Looking around me, I can see the dispirited sighs from all those single people left behind – like the fat kids picked last for every sports team. Well, apparently quite a few, otherwise how would these couples have come about?