I Guess I Will Be a Pharmacist

I guess I will be a pharmacist, the young man tells me with reluctance. Resigned to this dubious fate. Why? Because my uncle is a pharmacist and he makes a lot of money. Do you like counting pills? I don’t know. Do you think you will like counting pills, counting pills, counting pills, counting pills. For eight hours a day every day? He gives me a slow head nod. “Maybe.” It sounds weak. What do you love to do? I ask him. I like playing on my computer. You know there are jobs that pay you for playing with computers right? I did not know that. He is seventeen. Why doesn’t he know that? Ten years later I see him again. He lifts me off my feet and twirls me around like a little girl. I love it! He is an I.T. who works all day with computers. I am so glad I could help him in his quest for life.