Teeth, Target, [insert third word that starts with "T" for purpose of alliteration here]
Hallo Chippies!
It has been a while since my last update, and a fair amount of stuff has happened, so I suppose this might amuse you for a few seconds.
Last Friday I got my wisdom teeth removed. I was a bit nervous about the anesthesia (or the anesthesia-like thing that I was going to be given through an Iv), so I took the pill of valium they had given me just as I left for the office. I didn't feel its affects until I got there. It basically just made me feel extremely tired, and I had to force myself to control my irrational need to laugh at absolutely everything that was not the least bit funny. For example, the receptionist handing my mom a clipboard was not funny in the least, but I had to bite my lip in order to keep myself from breaking in to uncontrollable laughter. I'm blaming it on the valium, even though I have moments like that all the time when I'm not on any drug-like substances. Anyway, I was led into the room where they were going to take out my teeth, and they inserted the Iv, made me rinse out my mouth, etc.
I don't remember actually falling "asleep" but after that, everything is very blurry until I get home. I remember sitting in a chair in a room and asking my mom "how did I get in here?" In another snapshot I remember looking at a blanket next to me. In another snapshot I'm holding my teeth, but I can barely see them because I'm still half asleep. [I was later to find out that I asked my mom "how did I get in this room?" at least 20 times over a period of about 45 minutes, that I had actually walked into the room myself, and that I kept repeating over and over again "I can't see my teeth." Funny how things go when you keep slipping in and out of total conciousness]. The next snapshot is of me in the car asking my mom if I can read the booklet about how to care for your mouth after you have teeth extracted. I remember holding it. Next thing I know I'm home and I'm still holding the book, but I had apparently just been woken up and not actually read any of it.
So I somehow get in my house [and apparently changed into more comfortable clothes...I looked down at my pants sometime later that afternoon and exclaimed "I wasn't wearing these this morning!" Ah, drugs.] and settled down on the couch. After I got on the couch I started to remember stuff pretty well. My mom told me I had to drink or eat something or I would get dehydrated, so she made me a vanilla milkshake type thing. My trying to eat it was a horribly sad affair. My entire mouth, chin, and tongue were completely numb, so I had difficulty actually directing the spoon into my mouth. The feeling did not totally come back to my mouth area until about 6 PM. Let me tell you I had a fun filled afternoon trying to eat and drink. I watched three movies, but I really can't remember which very well. Obviously they weren't that good.
Anyway, after that first day things pretty much went smoothly. I iced my face and took a mix of vicodin and Ibuprofen at regular intervals. Luckily my face didn't swell up too much because I had an ice pack on it constantly. My diet consisted of butternut squash (the frozen mashed up kind), instant mashed potatoes, gatorade, and water for 3 days. It is a good thing I like squash, I must say.
So on Tuesday morning I had an appointment with the dentist, and he said my mouth is healing really well. Now I can eat normal food again (although my mouth is still a bit sore), and the swelling has pretty much gone down, even though it still hurts like a bitch and it too stiff to open all the way. So the extra fun part was, as soon as I get home, Target calls to inform me that I'm to show up to a paid training at 12. So I ate (pizza...yay!), changed into my super sexxy red and khaki, and headed off to Target.
Luckily two of the guys I had gone to orientation with, David and Iman, were also there for cashier training. Being disorganized (as usual) Target stuck us in a room with a training manual, and told us to read it. Nobody came back in to the room for 2 hours, so we ended up skimming over the info, and then talking for an hour and a half. I was expecting to be working with boring and/or creepy older people, but the guys were both really cool. They're both 19 and went to Salesians, but one just finished his first year at San Diego state. They spent most of the time talking about cars, but it was still amusing. And we were getting paid for it. FINALLY someone came to get us to start our practical training. But, she realized she didn't have her materials, so she sent us on our 15 minute break. We sat in the break room for a pointless 15 minutes, and then got back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Working the register is actually slightly complicated. If it weren't for all the damn gift reciepts, gift cards, checks, and credit cards, things would be just fine. Buuut that isn't the way things work. I'm really nervous about the first day because I just KNOW I'm gonna screw something up, but hopefully it won't get me fired. After a really looong time it was finally 4...time to go. But no, we hadn't finished the training yet, so we had to take our 45 minute unpaid lunch (before fifth hour or we would've been fired before we could even start). By this time I was extremely hungry, but had no money, and in a very large amount of pain and had no vicodin. David offered to drive me to get food, so I had to look like I was busy and not the idiot who forgot to bring money, so I called Chris and made him distract me from my throbbing jaw for 45 minutes. We finally got back and finished our training, and then got to go...nearly 2 hours later than we were supposed to. I got home and took a LOT of vicodin.
So to pretty much sum up work, I'm Target's new bitch. Since my schedule is totally clear and I'm to afraid of getting fired to say no to anything they ask of me, I have a pretty randomass schedule. They only give it to you a week ahead of time, and I have a feeling mine is going to be completely different every week. I wouldn't complain so much if I got paid more than $7 an hour, but I suppose that's all I'm worth. At least they gave me the 30 hours a week I asked for, so by the end of the summer (with tax and whatnot taken out) I should have about 1,000 of the 1,800 I needed to make for my student contribution. That is, if I don't get fired (knock on wood).
Well, I just noticed this entry is horribly long and that it should end now. Sooo, wish me luck at my first day of work this Friday, and if you happen to be in Pinole stop by and say hallooo!!
Takusan Aikoto!!
*AkEMiSaMa
PS. does anyone want to go to the Novato Ren. Faire with me this Saturday? Its opening weeeekend!!
It has been a while since my last update, and a fair amount of stuff has happened, so I suppose this might amuse you for a few seconds.
Last Friday I got my wisdom teeth removed. I was a bit nervous about the anesthesia (or the anesthesia-like thing that I was going to be given through an Iv), so I took the pill of valium they had given me just as I left for the office. I didn't feel its affects until I got there. It basically just made me feel extremely tired, and I had to force myself to control my irrational need to laugh at absolutely everything that was not the least bit funny. For example, the receptionist handing my mom a clipboard was not funny in the least, but I had to bite my lip in order to keep myself from breaking in to uncontrollable laughter. I'm blaming it on the valium, even though I have moments like that all the time when I'm not on any drug-like substances. Anyway, I was led into the room where they were going to take out my teeth, and they inserted the Iv, made me rinse out my mouth, etc.
I don't remember actually falling "asleep" but after that, everything is very blurry until I get home. I remember sitting in a chair in a room and asking my mom "how did I get in here?" In another snapshot I remember looking at a blanket next to me. In another snapshot I'm holding my teeth, but I can barely see them because I'm still half asleep. [I was later to find out that I asked my mom "how did I get in this room?" at least 20 times over a period of about 45 minutes, that I had actually walked into the room myself, and that I kept repeating over and over again "I can't see my teeth." Funny how things go when you keep slipping in and out of total conciousness]. The next snapshot is of me in the car asking my mom if I can read the booklet about how to care for your mouth after you have teeth extracted. I remember holding it. Next thing I know I'm home and I'm still holding the book, but I had apparently just been woken up and not actually read any of it.
So I somehow get in my house [and apparently changed into more comfortable clothes...I looked down at my pants sometime later that afternoon and exclaimed "I wasn't wearing these this morning!" Ah, drugs.] and settled down on the couch. After I got on the couch I started to remember stuff pretty well. My mom told me I had to drink or eat something or I would get dehydrated, so she made me a vanilla milkshake type thing. My trying to eat it was a horribly sad affair. My entire mouth, chin, and tongue were completely numb, so I had difficulty actually directing the spoon into my mouth. The feeling did not totally come back to my mouth area until about 6 PM. Let me tell you I had a fun filled afternoon trying to eat and drink. I watched three movies, but I really can't remember which very well. Obviously they weren't that good.
Anyway, after that first day things pretty much went smoothly. I iced my face and took a mix of vicodin and Ibuprofen at regular intervals. Luckily my face didn't swell up too much because I had an ice pack on it constantly. My diet consisted of butternut squash (the frozen mashed up kind), instant mashed potatoes, gatorade, and water for 3 days. It is a good thing I like squash, I must say.
So on Tuesday morning I had an appointment with the dentist, and he said my mouth is healing really well. Now I can eat normal food again (although my mouth is still a bit sore), and the swelling has pretty much gone down, even though it still hurts like a bitch and it too stiff to open all the way. So the extra fun part was, as soon as I get home, Target calls to inform me that I'm to show up to a paid training at 12. So I ate (pizza...yay!), changed into my super sexxy red and khaki, and headed off to Target.
Luckily two of the guys I had gone to orientation with, David and Iman, were also there for cashier training. Being disorganized (as usual) Target stuck us in a room with a training manual, and told us to read it. Nobody came back in to the room for 2 hours, so we ended up skimming over the info, and then talking for an hour and a half. I was expecting to be working with boring and/or creepy older people, but the guys were both really cool. They're both 19 and went to Salesians, but one just finished his first year at San Diego state. They spent most of the time talking about cars, but it was still amusing. And we were getting paid for it. FINALLY someone came to get us to start our practical training. But, she realized she didn't have her materials, so she sent us on our 15 minute break. We sat in the break room for a pointless 15 minutes, and then got back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Working the register is actually slightly complicated. If it weren't for all the damn gift reciepts, gift cards, checks, and credit cards, things would be just fine. Buuut that isn't the way things work. I'm really nervous about the first day because I just KNOW I'm gonna screw something up, but hopefully it won't get me fired. After a really looong time it was finally 4...time to go. But no, we hadn't finished the training yet, so we had to take our 45 minute unpaid lunch (before fifth hour or we would've been fired before we could even start). By this time I was extremely hungry, but had no money, and in a very large amount of pain and had no vicodin. David offered to drive me to get food, so I had to look like I was busy and not the idiot who forgot to bring money, so I called Chris and made him distract me from my throbbing jaw for 45 minutes. We finally got back and finished our training, and then got to go...nearly 2 hours later than we were supposed to. I got home and took a LOT of vicodin.
So to pretty much sum up work, I'm Target's new bitch. Since my schedule is totally clear and I'm to afraid of getting fired to say no to anything they ask of me, I have a pretty randomass schedule. They only give it to you a week ahead of time, and I have a feeling mine is going to be completely different every week. I wouldn't complain so much if I got paid more than $7 an hour, but I suppose that's all I'm worth. At least they gave me the 30 hours a week I asked for, so by the end of the summer (with tax and whatnot taken out) I should have about 1,000 of the 1,800 I needed to make for my student contribution. That is, if I don't get fired (knock on wood).
Well, I just noticed this entry is horribly long and that it should end now. Sooo, wish me luck at my first day of work this Friday, and if you happen to be in Pinole stop by and say hallooo!!
Takusan Aikoto!!
*AkEMiSaMa
PS. does anyone want to go to the Novato Ren. Faire with me this Saturday? Its opening weeeekend!!