Beware of Dentists…

Today was special. The kind of special that is neither good but neither bad? You know what I mean. Today, unlike yesterday, I actually woke up when I was supposed to… (A bright and early 6:00AM start!) and made it to school to help one of my girlfriends Melanie with an assignment. Once done, I went to the dentist. I guess here is where the story starts…

I need my wisdom teeth extracted. I have been having migraines for months and it’s come to the point where I can no longer focus or eat hard foods. Being 17 and afraid of the dentist, I knew I had to suck it up. The staff at this location aren’t and never were very fond of me, as I usually proved to be a difficult patient with a lot of sass and a lot of smart mouthing. Anyways, getting back on topic, I showed up at the clinic as I was supposed to have a consultation with the oral surgeon. Of course, my clinic has the stupid receptionist who booked me with the a hygienist to “get my teeth cleaned.”

(Just a quick briefing on me, I last had a fight with my dentist about having more orthodontic work done to rid me of my overbite. Truthfully, I don’t give a flying crap about my overbite. My teeth are straight, end of story. I mouthed off at this dentist in grade 10, and haven’t gone back since. Keep in mind, I have not had a cleaning or check-up in nearly three years…)

Teeth cleaning is probably the worlds most unpleasant procedure next to a colonoscopy or a spinal tap (not that I know what either feel like, I imagine they do not feel very nice…). I had my teeth rubbed, and scrubbed, and had them poked with those frightening needle-poking objects. It was terrible. Not to mention completely¬†unnecessary¬†as I never intended to meet with the hygienist. I was told I had gingivitis, had my gums “exfoliated” and had a good oozing of blood leak out of them. All you readers should be jealous right here. I’m sure you all wish you went to the dentist like me… (That was sarcasm. I’m fluent.)

Long story short dentists suck. But boyfriends and best friends are awesome and going to study at the library may not be the most exciting thing in the world, but at least I know I’ll do well on my exams…

I have a busy day tomorrow, I start my first REAL day of work at Investors Group and will be cold calling for a nice 6 hours… And then I have my Italian class that I really don’t feel like going to. ‘Insert sigh of pity here’. I bid you all adieu until tomorrow where I can rant about something else…

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La Vie de Victoria

I never knew how to start a discussion well, unless of course it’s with my boyfriend and the particular topic isn’t of serious matter. I will, though, attempt to make a civilized first try at this, seeing as you, as a reader, whomever you may be, deserve an introduction a bit better than “Hey, what’s up”.
I guess this is where I would introduce myself, although awkward, I will do so anyways. I’m Victoria. I’m in grade twelve and I’m graduating in exactly three weeks. I will be going to University of Waterloo to study Electrical Engineering in the fall.
I’m a particularly loud person, though is does depend on the company I keep. I enjoy a strong cup of coffee in the morning, and other than that, I’m what I call a hardcore tea drinker. (Even though I’m quite sure hardcore and tea don’t belong in the same sentence)…
I’m a notorious skipper. Or class ditcher. Albeit not for the reasons one may think. Often, I forget to wake up on Day 2’s and 3’s because I really do not see the point of actually attending French class… I also go to work. At the moment, I have two jobs. The first being at Oliver’s Learning where I teach future Mutual Fund Sales Reps how to do construct portfolios and how to calculate things from future value to NAVPU. My other job, and much better paying, is with Investor’s Group, where I work as a Sales Associate and mostly do paper work and cold calling.
All this and I’m supposed to go to school somewhere in the middle (it doesn’t happen often…). I’m co-chair of what my school calls Prom Committee, and usually organize fundraisers to assist in the payments to our venue.
On a regular day, well let’s be frank, with me there is no “regular” day… I would wake up around 8AM, go to school to either hand in assignments or pick up notes, grab a Grande Americano at the Starbucks at the corner of College and Yonge, where I would then travel by subway to work. After my shift, I would see my lovely boyfriend Peter, and then return home after having had dinner. The period of time I do spend in my lair (or room as some like to call it) usually involves a great deal of facebook and very little homework, and usually a skype call with a few friends who live abroad.
For the most part, I believe that’s a perfectly good sum up of what I do and who I am. More for next time…