I’m certain that TIRH will have pictures up soon from our trip to Portand. I’m also certain that once I’m not so tired I can tell funny stories. Or I’ll just make a long cryptic list and let you figure out what I’m talking about. Who the hell knows? For now, I can say that Maine has helped me learn that beer is good, even draft beer. That Geary’s pale ale sure does go down smoothly. Don’t expect me to be drinking like a fish anytime soon. That’s only the Maine Me that does that.
I’m pretty good about not worrying about having two part-time jobs. I mean, I’m good about it in that I don’t let this fact gnaw at me every waking moment. It may seem so from this blog, but it’s not something I worry about. I consider it a rite of passage. I’m like a Girl Scout who just needs to earn her Temping Badge.
But, today, I was sort of annoyed that I had to pay $110 for this lady to scrape my gums into a bloody mess while she yapped about her daughter who’s looking at colleges in Florida, and this other lady to look at my teeth and say, “They’re really white! Have you been treating them?” and send me on my way (the whole teeth-whitening thing is another Badge I’ve earned: The Crest White Strips (TM) Changed My Life Badge. It works, kids!).
110 bucks. That’s a lot. I was expecting a teeth-cleaning to be $75 at the most. When did this happen that non-invasive procedures started costing in the triple digits?
Truth is, I knew this day was going to come. Right before I quit the ex job I made my last insured dentist appointment. October 2003. Got the x-rays. Quit the job. All in perfect succession. I prepared myself for the funereal life of an uninsured person. You know the person I’m talking about… the one who is afraid to drive in the snow, rain or ice because she doesn’t want to risk getting into an accident and, you know, into a really expensive coma. You know the kind of person I’m talking about.
Randumb:
On another front, who is horrified that Sex and the City is starting on the TBS Supastation on June 15? This is the same channel that plays Dawson’s Creek and Saved by the Bell reruns. It’s where bad shows go to die. And the censoring? After the censoring what will be left of SATC? Nothing, says I.
I’m pretty good about not worrying about having two part-time jobs. I mean, I’m good about it in that I don’t let this fact gnaw at me every waking moment. It may seem so from this blog, but it’s not something I worry about. I consider it a rite of passage. I’m like a Girl Scout who just needs to earn her Temping Badge.
But, today, I was sort of annoyed that I had to pay $110 for this lady to scrape my gums into a bloody mess while she yapped about her daughter who’s looking at colleges in Florida, and this other lady to look at my teeth and say, “They’re really white! Have you been treating them?” and send me on my way (the whole teeth-whitening thing is another Badge I’ve earned: The Crest White Strips (TM) Changed My Life Badge. It works, kids!).
110 bucks. That’s a lot. I was expecting a teeth-cleaning to be $75 at the most. When did this happen that non-invasive procedures started costing in the triple digits?
Truth is, I knew this day was going to come. Right before I quit the ex job I made my last insured dentist appointment. October 2003. Got the x-rays. Quit the job. All in perfect succession. I prepared myself for the funereal life of an uninsured person. You know the person I’m talking about… the one who is afraid to drive in the snow, rain or ice because she doesn’t want to risk getting into an accident and, you know, into a really expensive coma. You know the kind of person I’m talking about.
Randumb:
On another front, who is horrified that Sex and the City is starting on the TBS Supastation on June 15? This is the same channel that plays Dawson’s Creek and Saved by the Bell reruns. It’s where bad shows go to die. And the censoring? After the censoring what will be left of SATC? Nothing, says I.
daily life | sighclub April 5, 2004 | 
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