Pay Shunce...

I get drilled today. I don't want regular fillings, which are covered 100% by insurance. Only because the thought of fillings in my head floods me with such terror I can't even explain.

I don't like metal tines of a fork to touch my lips. I shudder to think about metal in my mouth! So, I'm going to pursue the alternative, with porcelain. I know it's going to cost me, but I'm my biggest investment, right? Which one would YOU rather have?? Gross! I know many people have fillings but they aren't for me. And, the customer is always right. I'm the customer.

Plus, fillings cause brain damage or something. I heard that once, and it sounds good to me.

I'll also be happy when this visit is over. I've been eating like a horse due to stress.

In other news, I might kill a coworker this week. She's actually a subordinate. I like saying that, so thats what she is. She keeps telling my other subordinate (ah ha) what to do. She does this whenever I'm not around. I have asked her already, to stop doing this. I left an hour early because I had to work out. (I skipped lunch) Today, I hear a long sordid story about how she told one girl to do some things I had just told them NOT to do.

Fucking bitch!

She is my biggest challenge. When I get my new people, I forsee this being even harder. She thinks she is the boss. She's been here longer than me, but obviously wasn't picked to be promoted because she's an asshole or something. I don't want to be the kind of person that demands respect, but I might have to. She happens to take everything I say with a grain of salt. Of course, this is relayed to my boss in our weekly meetings, and her patience is wearing thin. You wouldn't like my boss angry. She's totally awesome, but you don't piss her off.

P.S. Until last night I never knew who Heidi and Spencer were. I watched I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here. Now, I pretty much want them to die. I hate them both. A lot.