Second Anniversary

(image taken from The Fox is Black)

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Today marks my two year anniversary in the realm of pharmaceuticals, two long and arduous years vying for some access to the illustrious path of upward corporate mobility. I was rewarded and recognized for my dedication and hard work with a greeting card, signed by my colleagues; my boss wrote as well, wishing me the happiest of birthdays. Unfortunately, given that my mind is deteriorating to a shriveled and decrepit pile of shadows of white and gray matter, due to a looming executive summary report over my head, I will not be able to share any amusing anecdotes or pearls of sweet wisdom, garnered and held tight from the grains of sand of tough and true experience. However, I can, and will, share two random facts I discovered throughout the course of my fascinating and wonderful day.

First, apparently, my alma mater tops the list of "douchiest" universities, according to a recent, questionably scientific anthropologic poll by magazine GQ. Use of a hygienic product as some type of highfalutin insult aside, I have to give the surveyors and authors involved some credit; there are a myriad of reasons why my university should lead the ranks in this crucial category. I will attest, however, love of lacrosse is not one of them, as one would be led to believe in the Gawker rebuttal. That being said, I agree more so with the conclusion of equally sardonic commentary from the gossip website, Gawker: the qualifier "douchey" is applicable more so to a psychologic developmental stage, an attitude intrinsic to those four years of freedom without accountability or responsibility, than a particular longitudinal, latitudinal geographic point.

(image taken from Peanut Butter & Co)

Second, white chocolate peanut butter exists. Simple and elegant, this is certain to be a flavor adventure; I hope to try some soon. Perhaps an anniversary gift, for, and naturally from, myself.