"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Work. It's getting super hectic. I suspect once I have two new employees it will be much worse. I'm also making a training manual for the new job I'm learning in oh, 2 weeks. Add to that, I have to deal with a person who works for me...

Me: The feedback on these newsletters you designed is we'd like the two to be exactly the same.

(one has bigger font, clearly larger, and has a shadow effect. When printed in black and white which we are now doing for money savings, it looks smudged and stupid, and messy)

Coworker: They are the same.

Me: they may be the same style, but clearly one is different, it looks smudged, and we need it to look exactly like this other one you did here, that everyone loved.

Coworker They are the same font

Me: Maybe they are the same font, but this one is clearly different.

Coworker: Maybe this one (the smudged one) has larger font, I stretched it, but it's exactly the same.

Me after close to 5 minutes of this: Just make them look the same please.

I mean seriously, this woman is never wrong. And has to argue about even the most blatently obvious thing. She has zero social skills. No manners. And listens to nothing I say. I have to instill a sense of teamwork in her. Without letting her try to run the show, which she does every time I'm away. She won't break me.

I went to the dentist for my last filling yesterday. It was cake. Here's what happened.

Me: What are we going to do about my bad tooth?

(last one on the top has had a hole in it for months. The gums have been screwed up since my wisdom teeth debacle 16 years ago)

Dentist: You mean the one you need pulled?

Me: Yes, can we just pull it?

(digs around with her metal pick)

Dentist: We will have to rebuild this thing. Whoever did this to you should be shot. your gums are really inflamed around here. Who was it?

Me: I dont remember he isn't practicing anymore where he use to be.

Dentist: Must have packed up and got out of town. You want the tooth to not hurt?

Me: Yes

Dentist: If you have it pulled all your teeth are going to shift and you'll have gaps. But if we take out the nerve it wont hurt.

Me: (gave her the look of horror while having her fingers in my mouth)

Dentist: No, I think we can save it without a root canal.

So they xrayed that one tooth, and she told me:

Dentist: We'll need you to come back for about 2 hours so I can dig out that tooth.

Me: Dig out?

Dentist: Yea, I'll get all the stuff out of it, (stuff meaning probably months of nasty food) and patch it up, we'll have to rebuild it, and eventually you'll need a crown if that works.

Me: a crowns better than a root canal?

Dentist: Yes

Me to the Receptionist: I need to reschedule for 2 hours...

Dentist: Yes, she needs a tooth dug out

Me: can you please stop saying that?

Dentist: Flushed?

Me: Yes.

Of course, I know the dentist so this convo didnt offend me.

Later that night me and the manfriend...

Manfriend: You're cute

Me: No, You're cute


mylittlebecky said...

eeeeeeeeeew! i hate the dentist! hate! i've had vurrah badness at the hands of those mean, mean people. i hope the digging, i mean flushing goes well.

merider (M.E.-rider) said...

Young lady, get them teeth up to proper health and you won't have to go through this again. I'm assuming you won't be waiting another 16 years to visit the dentist again! ;-)

Erin said...

Yeah, now that's why I don't go to the dentist!!