So I'm back to looking for a job.  Craigslist seems to be the most direct way of finding independent pharmacies. Maybe it's my age, but when I see these byzantine online forms that corporations are requesting you fill out, I just say screw you, who are you to ask me to complete an application that will take more than an hour and you will never even open.  At least Craigslist reminds me of the 80s, when applying for a job was just a phone call away, where you at least get a sense of the personality of the company.  So it is that I cold call UMR Pharmacy in Jersey City and speak to the owner Zia.  Right away he sounds sweet, giggles when I say I'm looking for a laid back pharmacy, not so busy, no tension, no screaming bosses.  He suggests I start right away and then we'll see how it goes.  When I walk in I feel comfortable immediately, Zia introduces me to his sixty-eight-year old father Mohammed and to Bilal, a 23-year-old  pre-med student, who is working to earn money for coursework on a semester by semester basis.  Bilal will be my teacher.  He is so bright, knows more about pharmacy than anyone I've ever met and it dawns on me, I've landed in pure shit.  Not only can I learn from him in a stress-free environment, I have the perfect setup, I'm learning from a kid who basically has to answer to me.  And soon, he too realizes that he's lucky, that I will never be anything but thankful for the knowledge.