I just got my every-six-months teeth cleaning. Is it bi-annual, or semi-annual? I never know...
Anyway, I hate dental hygienists. Well, let me reiterate. I hate the ones at my current dental office. You see, I went to the same dentist for 20 years... the one I grew up going to. Their motto is "We Cater to Cowards" which really has my name ALL OVER IT because I'm the biggest doctor/dentist-phobic. They were good people. Until I decided to move 45 minutes away, and the normally 25-minute drive turned into an hour-and-a-half from my new abode. Not so efficient to make that trek, even if only twice a year.
[I think I've written this post before, I just got some serious deja vu. I'll have to check my archives from 6 months ago...]
Anyway, so this is probably the 2nd or 3rd time I've visited my "new" dentist, and man, they hack THE SHIT out of my gums. It's like they're excavating a new archaeological dig or something. I almost want to ask "hey, did I cut you off at an intersection or something? Did I hit on your boyfriend? Why do you have a mutiny against my mouth right now?" I almost feel like Steve Carell in 40 Year Old Virgin getting my chest waxed... I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and shouted "YOU BITCH!" Okay, not really, but I did in my head. Brutal.
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So is it just me, or is the feeling of driving in/walking in to work on Monday morning just about as worse as getting a teeth cleaning? I liiiiiive for the weekend. I barely think about work during the weekend, minus the occasional log-in to work email. So when I open the door and smell that familiar smell... it's like "ugh - back to this". I truly envy people who love their job, and even more so people who are their own boss. I feel like I could handle being my own boss, working overtime for myself, my company, taking a pay cut, all that jazz... I just don't have my big idea yet. And by big idea, I don't mean million dollar idea, I just mean any idea that will work. I think working for yourself must be the best job anyone could have...
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So, not to sound like a total couch potato... but holy moly, I can't wait for prime-time TV to start the fall lineup. The Office, 30 Rock, Project Runway (OK, technically that has started), Mad Men (okay, okay), The Biggest Loser! Ahh... and then I wonder how it is that I've gained 10 pounds over the last year? Oh yes, you read it correctly... I went in my for annual Dr. visit (lovely, lovely experience...) and you better believe it (well, I better believe it) - the scale don't lie. I so wish it did... Did I fall into the "I got married and gained weight" trap? It appears so... it was rather upsetting, I mean, yeah, my clothes don't look so hot on me but DANG GINA. I's gotsta get me to the gym ASAP. Like, tonight. Hence, the desire for good programming on the telly, so I can plug in the earphones and pound out an hour of cardio... wish me luck!