bad timing

in case you were wondering, if you’re ever out at a weekend party, and you happen to do something that results in a lot of, uh, recreational teeth grinding, it turns out that it’s not a lot of fun to have a dentist appointment to get your teeth cleaned the following monday. and really, when the hygenist asks, “so how are your teeth doing? are any of them sensitive?” what are you supposed to say? “all of them! don’t touch me!”

meanwhile, while dancing i managed to pull that muscle or whatever in my hip again. also, someone stepped on my foot with the broken toe.

i’ll be in the infirmary if anyone needs me. i’m in room 71, in the dumbass ward.

on another note, i had my yearly 1-on-1 with my boss. no, unfortunately this isn’t where we play a game of hoops to determine my raise (but how cool would that be?), but just my yearly review. besides the normal how am i doing (great, fantastic, blah de blah), this whole promotion to STAM position came up. and i basically told him that if the higher ups decided that i wasn’t the right fit for the position, i really didn’t give a shit and that’s ok. i can do it or not do it, and either way is fine with me. i’m basically not being ambitious about it, but to be honest, i think we’ve all realized that i’m not ambitious about doing this job, so what the hell, why pretend?

the cool thing is that i can just say that to my boss and it’s pretty much ok.

Posted at July 19, 2004 6:15 PM