You'd think this would be some emotional outporing or at least somewhat introspective by the title, but really I just got 6 fillings a couple hours ago and the feeling in my lower jaw is slowly returning. The tingling. The novocaine was disguising my sore throat but it has returned, and especially hurts when I talk.. Linda has given me some honey cough drops though, and I am very much enjoying the flavor as I have not eaten all day and am starving. I hope that by the time I reach the Lazy Dog tonight, I will be able to eat some spinach artichoke dip (one of the cheapest and yummiest menu items, listed as an appetizer but quite a generous meal if you're into simple pleasures .. wtf do I mean by that?) Anyway.
Things are good. Things are fucking great. My mum arrives friday night and I sooooper-duper hope I am not still feeling sick at that time. I hope I'm not feeling sick tomorrow as well. I don't think I want to be sick ever... Maybe though.
We had a fucking rad staff meeting last night. I got way too pumped about it and then I was embarrassed. We've got some intimidating goals, but some really fun implementations to balance them. We are going to have a variety of breaks including: video game breaks, remote control motorcycle in the parking lot breaks, and reclining chair in the sunshine breaks. We will also be having frozen drink Fridays (so we can pretend they're not virgin), and we may start going to lunch 2 at a time so that we can hit up restaurants and buy our customers lunch through the random acts of finance program. All of these things made me freak out! Then I felt like a big time dork. Which I am. Short: I love my freaking job really really hard OUCH
Last weekend was really fun. We drank tequila all day sunday and hung out at the park and watched family guy and stuff. Went to the buff for breakie and $1 mamosas. I love drunken sundays. I also love vicodin! Which makes me love Trumpy Y
I love my dentist too. And everyone who works there. I'm going to bring them chocolate. But damn he stuck me deep with that needle, and four times. *she's.. so popular* playing.. They always have the best music. Whoa, opening my jaw just enough to fit a cough drop in is excruciatingly achey.. So Joel and Trumpy are at Catacombs instead... What will I eat? Guinness?
