Today, I had the pleasure of driving to Baltimore. Now, there’s lots about Baltimore to like. Really, I like it. But I always seem to get lost going anywhere near it, even to Hooters and even to the aquarium, even though I’ve been to both loads of times. Something about the Beltway makes my stomach clench and my brain hurt, right behind my eyes. But I had to go today and it wasn’t for fun like Hooters and the aquarium. I had to go get fingerprinted and I got to pay $38 for the privilege. What’s more, I also get to pay $45 to the Maryland Board of Pharmacy in order to keep my job…for the next month. Yeah, I’m not really thrilled.
Maryland passed a law that requires pharmacy technicians to be certified. Since I’ve been working at the hospital for three years (which one of the newest technicians found shocking – “and how old are you again?”), I didn’t have to take the test. This is good, because I probably wouldn’t have bothered and then something would have to go horribly, terribly wrong during my last year of school, forcing me to go back to this job – but wait! I wouldn’t be certified! Anyway, I got grandfathered in, so they just have to do, you know, a criminal background check. Dad seems to think I’m unreasonably irritated by this whole thing. Yeah, well, if I end up needing this job past August 31, I’m going to be a whole lot more irritated.
