Right, where to begin? How about with this: I almost didn't answer the phone.
my phone rang last night, I wasn't thinking about the job, because it
was 6:30, long after I'd given up on news for the day. When I looked at
the display and saw not just an unfamiliar number, but an unfamiliar
area code, I figured it would be one of those annoying,
calls that I still
get. Perhaps my fairy godmother goosed me, though, because I did pick up
and say hello. Then I almost hung up when no one spoke right away, but
fortunately I held on long enough to realize that it wasn't someone
calling from "your credit card company" or to offer rug cleaning, but
was actually a different recruiter, calling from the parent company
(which is in California, explaining both the time and the area code), to
update me about my candidacy. That I'm a "very, very strong candidate"
and "possibly a finalist"! He said that they want me to come back in to meet with Ms. Smith* early next week, which, since the company is the Smith** Group, means something, eh? But
in the meantime, if I could sign the release form they can get started on
the background check, since that takes a few days. Well, okay then! I
I could do that.
*Not her real name
**Not its real name
And now I wait to hear from the "scheduler" and
wonder, is that a full-time job? Probably not.
The dentist update is that the whole in-the-chair experience was miserable; I spent the entire time tensed up, struggling against a fight-or-flight impulse, which is exhausting. (If you're squeamish about dental stuff, and I don't blame you if you are, I am myself but this happened to me and I want to whine about it, you may wish to skip over this section; I'll throw some asterisks at the end of it.) Lots
of drilling, more drilling, oh-god-more
-drilling, trying to breathe
through my nose but the smell
, six interminable minutes for the goop to
set for the impression (I know, breathe through your nose and try to
think of something else, I pondered whether the Red Wings will win
another game in the series, I think probably they will), and oh-by-the-way, I also had a cavity in
the next tooth, shall we fix that while we're here? It would add about
another ten minutes, she told me, and I told her that it wasn't the time
I was worried about, but in the end I had her do it. Get it over with.
The whole thing is now mercifully blurring into one general cloud of
awful, instead of specifics. Though the frustration of being told to
"bite down normally" on a mouth that feels the very opposite of normal
remains with me, and I have a slight lisp and a sore tongue today that are both bugging me.
now that the temporary crown is on, I am better able to appreciate how
little trouble the actual broken tooth was, since this is far more
obtrusive and makes chewing much more awkward. The treatment's worse
than the problem, what else is new. And since I don't get the permanent
crown for two weeks, I can only hope that I'll get used to it. Or to
eating foods that require little chewing; unlike my poor aunt, who had a
dental problem this weekend that made chewing actively painful, I am
currently only at chew-with-caution, causes-discomfort levels, but
things that slide down easily (soup, scrambled eggs, pudding) are a much
better idea. You know you're having tooth discomfort when merely hearing someone eat carrots makes you wince.
in part because the experience was so bad, I find myself considering
going to another dentist in future (perhaps one of those with "gentle"
in the name). The people at this practice are all very nice, and it's
not like they were mocking me when I explained that I have trouble with
gagging easily and so on, but I didn't feel as though they made a lot of
accommodations for it. Perhaps this was the best they could do, but when
the dentist was pushing down on the temporary crown, trying to get it
on (and it took quite a few tries), I found myself wondering, is that
much shoving really necessary? Also, it feels as though something rough
dried down the side of my gum, and if I bite down on that side much, it
has a rubbery give to it that is disconcerting (as well as uncomfortable). I
don't know. I'm turning into one of those characters in a Looney Tunes
cartoon that chomps down on something hard and all their teeth
disintegrate and crumble out of their mouth. No fun. Let's move on.
***** Safe again!
weekend/trip/Grandma's birthday event all went well. Surprisingly
smoothly, all things considered! The weather was decent to good, none of
the family misbehaved at the party, about 20 people showed up, and
overall it was very good.
More specifically, I picked my mother
up after work on Friday, and we had dinner at her favorite local
restaurant. After that, the evening consisted of watching the Bruins
being underwhelming (it was the first game of the playoffs, and they
lost), and me trying to get my packing organized. I finished that in the
morning, and we loaded the car and drove to NY. After catching up with my aunt and
relaxing a bit at the house (it's not a bad trip, but it isn't a short
drive), she drove us to the home where Grandma is, so we could see her
and vice versa. We did cut it short, though (by which I mean under an
hour, not 5 minutes), in order to go get ourselves some dinner. Which was delicious, and also featured an amusing menu.
"Some decent wines"? "Incomplete beer list"? Amuses me, and I don't even drink.
Sunday, my aunt went back to the home to pick Grandma up, and my mother
and I got ready and went to church to hold seats. It didn't fill up
early, but by the time they arrived*, it was getting there. Everyone was
so pleased to see Grandma, and she seemed pleased to be there, though in fact
she slept through much of the service. We took her back to the home for
her to have lunch, since we knew there was nowhere we could take her on
Easter Sunday that wouldn't require a wait, which she isn't up to. She was happy to take it easy after the morning's excitement.
*When my aunt got there to pick her up, Grandma was still eating breakfast, so there was a slight delay.
that, we went to have lunch ourselves, then back to the house, so I was able to watch the Bruins
game, in which they played much better and beat Detroit handily. In
the evening, my cousin and her boys came in from Pennsylvania and we had
pizza and hung out for a while before they went off to the motel for
the night (not enough room in the inn, so to speak). They came back
Monday in time for lunch, and my cousin's mother, my beloved aunt*,
came too, and after lunch we convoyed to the home for the party.
*Not my only beloved aunt, but I hadn't seen her in a while, so it was really nice to get the chance
100 tulips for the birthday girl.
Flowers shaped like a cake.
More flowers, flowers, flowers!
There was cake and cheesecake and she got cards and presents, and everyone behaved well, and the people at the home were wonderful, and it really was just all so nice. If somehow exhausting, and I'm not halfway to 100!
drove back Tuesday morning, in light rain when we started that cleared
before we got home. Unfortunately for me, I had a slight headache that
got more bothersome later, but it never got awful, and I was able to get
us home, out to dinner, and back to watch the Bruins game (they won
again) while propitiating Carlos.
Wednesday morning I was
available to work from home (though there actually wasn't anything for
me to do), then dropped Mum off before going to the dentist, about which
I have already whined enough, I suppose. That gets us current, and now I
can go watch tonight's Bruins game. Go Bruins!