DA – Don’t Ask!

Guess who is back after a sabbatical that lasted a couple of months?  That would be me!  Hello world!

World – Who are you?

Me – I’m a person who just accomplished something.

World – Congratulations.  Hey, knock, knock.

Me – Who’s there?

World – Life.

Me – I walked into that one.

Yep, I completed my externship and passed my radiology exam.  I am a full fledged dental assistant and working for my extern site.  I work out of three dental offices with three different doctors.  I really like two of them, but the third still needs to grow on me.  I’m getting paid what I want to get paid, and working forty hours a week (maybe a little more [over time!]).  I still work at the restaurant, so that’s extra money for me.

I asked one of my fellow dental assistants at the one office today if she could consider being my roommate and moving out with me next year.  She said she would.  So, things are rolling in the right direction (I hope) for me right now.  Wish me luck!  Life always manages to find a way to kick people in the balls.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Tekko, 2018

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and I am dreadfully sorry.  At least this time I have a doozy for you.  Tekko, 2018 in Pittsburgh!  My doctor was on vacation so it was perfectly timed, but the weather could have been nicer.  I’m fairly certain I’m not the only one who is sick of the cold.

Anyway, drove to my friend’s house and we carpooled to the convention center.  I got checked in (they had already been there the night before) and we went walking.  There was actually a signing first thing in the morning from Vic Mignogna (voice of Edward Elric [FMAB], Zero Kiryu [Vampire Knight], and Tamaki Suoh [Ouran High School Host Club]).  We sat down at a table to wait and had scintillating conversations about feminism and political correctness in Hollywood (topic for another post), before the signing started.

Now, I’ll set the scene a bit for this one: there’s this girl, whose been going to these conventions for ‘years’ according to her.  She dresses as the same character every year and says hi to everyone.  Well, she doesn’t say hi to me and if she did, I would tell her as nicely as possible to f*ck off.  My reason for disliking her?  She’s inconsiderate and uses a ‘brain abnormality’ as an excuse.  So, the self-proclaimed ‘brain abnormality’ was near the front of the line when one of the organizers told us the rules had changed.  Previously, we could have two items signed and could get one picture; now, they were telling us to get one item signed and hold pictures till the end so he could get through the line faster.  Anyway, she broke that rule immediately, and Vic was (probably) too nice to tell her to wait till the end for her picture and to not bring more than one item to get signed.  Oh!  Me and my girlfriend were fuming!

After that signing, we went down to the exhibition hall and walked around.  I saw the sword booth and found myself a fancy rapier sword.  Slick silver hilt and I felt like a swashbuckler holding it.  Thankfully, they said they could hold it for me at the booth so I didn’t have to either cart it around or immediately take it to my car.  I went with my friends after that and we got in line for another signing.  My guy friend stepped out of line to go get something and was gone for a couple of minutes.  When he came back, he ducked under the bar and straightened up very quickly.  I watched as he stripped his jacket off and tied it around his waist.  “Don’t look now, but I just split my pants,” he said.  Myself and his sister just stared at him for a second before we broke down laughing.  “We need to find a onesie when we’re done here,” he said and that only made us laugh harder.

Once the signing was done, we did go looking for his onesie.  He got a black cat onesie from ‘Monster Hunter’ (if anybody is familiar with that).  Later when we were walking around, we caught sight of Vic Mignogna in the exhibition hall with his handler.  My girlfriend told me to go grab him since I wanted a picture.  I walked over and greeted his handler first (since we’re friends on Facebook and have hung out before), then I asked Vic how he was doing.  At that particular moment, he was ecstatic because he had found chocolate covered bacon.  No joke!  I politely asked him if I could get a picture.  He said, “Of course you can, sweetie!”  The handler took the picture, but Vic stayed hugging me for a few seconds afterward.  “She gives good hugs.”

“Yes, she does,” the handler said.  I thanked him for being so nice and went back in search of my group.

And that was Day One!  I’ll post Day Two another time, otherwise you’ll be here a while.

And on that note, it’s been real!

I’m Surrounded by Idiots – A Villain’s Philosophy

Everyone has seen the movie The Lion King, and everyone knows the villain, a devious lion called Scar.  He is one of Disney’s most prominent villains (and that is partly because he is voiced by the marvelous [and British] Jeremy Irons) because he is evil with a hint of charm.  Come on!  If anybody ever said that Scar isn’t charming in a scary sort of way, I would have sharp words with them.

We all remember the scene where he sings the gratuitous villain song, “Be Prepared”.  Before he starts singing, Scar is explaining his plan to the hyenas and they just aren’t getting it.  He puts his paw to his temple and mutters, “I’m surrounded by idiots.”  How many times have we done that since we matured?  A lot, we all know that at least.  There are moments in life where we are surprised by the sheer stupidity of a situation or a person.

Since I have grown up (and become more dry witted with age, kind of like a good wine), I have become less tolerant of stupidity in all its forms.  Of course, that is partly due to example set by my father.  He punished stupidity decisively and without mercy (dramatic emphasis).  Anyway, every time I see or hear something that challenges intelligence as we know it, I always say, “I’m surrounded by idiots.”  Certain things at work make me blink once, twice, and my one eye usually twitches sporadically.  Example being over Easter weekend, I had a family of four walk in and I didn’t have a table for them and I told them they would have to wait a bit.  Instead, like every other ‘smart’ person out there, they asked to sit four people at a table that could seat twelve.  I told them no, “It’s meant for larger parties.”

“Can’t you pull that other table away so we can sit there?”  Said ‘other’ table, could seat four people, but there was no space to put it in to, or extra chairs to put around it to seat four.  Needless to say, I did my two blinks and eye twitch.  I couldn’t (and I never will) understand why people don’t seem to get that I am a hostess, not a magician.

“Damn it, Jim!  I’m a doctor, not a magician!” – Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy, Star Trek

And on that note, it’s been real!

One Pushup, Two Pushups, Ah! I Give Up!

I think I made mention of the fact that I was going to start going to a gym for exercise in my last post.  Well, I had my first day on Saturday and I know I’ve got a ways to go.  First of all, I haven’t trained in years.  I was a teenager when I began training with a Vietnam veteran, ex-paratrooper.  The sessions were three times a week for ninety minutes and we worked hard.

The training lasted for two and a half years and then the attention shifted to my younger sister since she was playing basketball.  I petered off the training after that and then I graduated and just started working.  I had no drive to exercise so I really didn’t.

Now, years later, I am tired of my sister’s taunts and I do want to get some muscle definition, so I went in.  I was stupid and hadn’t eaten anything before I went in (I also had a little too much to drink last night [story for another time]) and I felt nauseous and light headed, but we took it easy and slow.  He had me on the bike for a time, we did kettle bells, pushups on raised boxes, squats, and so on.  I definitely regretted not eating, but guzzled my water as fast as I could to make up for it.  He liked that my form had not suffered from years of disuse.  He gave me some tips and offered to be my trainer should I choose to be trained.

As of right now, I am ‘determined’ to go twice a week, once after class on Wednesdays (between that and my other job), and once on Saturday after tutoring (radiology is no joke).  However, I guess I could also go in on Mondays after class and between my doctors.  Just so the effect might be faster.  Also, I am contemplating protein powder in shakes and such.  Otherwise, I’m not changing my diet.  After all, I only weigh a little over 110 soaking wet.  I just want to build a little muscle and maybe put on a few extra pounds and we shall see.  Ah!  I pulled one of the many muscles in my body!

And on that note, it’s been real!

It’s Spring Break- I’m Outta Here!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’m back and here’s the reason why… it’s Spring Break!  Yippee!  Took a final last week and only got one wrong, so that was nice, and then my doctor left to go to Mexico (like he does every year around Easter).  This week, I am assisting our female doctor, but I’m only going in today, and I went in on Monday.  I had my birthday earlier this week and took the day off to get my hair colored and join a gym.  I had gone to the gym to tour it last week and I liked it, but I wanted to wait before I signed up for anything.

I am not a very physically active person; and my younger sister is always the person to remind me of that because she plays basketball and boxes and works out every day.  Once, she was doing pushups in our room and I just walked up and placed my foot on her back and said, “This is my leg workout for the day.”  She fell to the floor laughing and we still joke about it to this day.  Anyway, the manager of the gym was very polite and enthusiastic and I liked the way the place looked, so I came back earlier this week and took a membership.  I am having my first training session this Saturday.

I also have to sort through paperwork for my externship.  Yay!  Paperwork.  Not fun.  And definitely not how I want to spend what little time off I have left.  I just want to sleep in till 8:20, then lounge till after 9:00; watch an A-Team episode with breakfast and coffee, then write until my fingernails split; and maybe go to my other jobs when I have to.  See!  I’m not even off off.  I’m just taking a break from school.  But, I’m trying not to take a break from life.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Fillmore, Philadelphia – Sabaton

Last week, I got the best birthday present to date.  My brother and I drove to Philadelphia so that we could see Sabaton perform live.  We left Tuesday morning a little after 10:00 and started our drive to Philadelphia.  My brother drove for most of it, but we switched when we were almost to the city.  It was almost ironic fate as I hate driving in cities.  The roads are too narrow, the turns too weird, and the idiots too numerous.  But, we made it to our hotel on the banks of the Delaware river and crashed.

We brought our bags in, cleaned up and went looking for the venue.  The GPS was a little confused, as were we, but we did find it and checked out the parking.  Once we gauged everything, we returned to our hotel because we still had two and half hours before the start of the concert.  In all honesty, we probably could have stayed in our room till about 10:00.  There were two cover bands before Sabaton: Cyhra and Kreator, and they took about that long.  But… we went around 6:30, and stood in the cold for an hour, and were let through the doors around 7:30.  We went out onto the floor, had a hard time deciding if we wanted our coats off, finally made the decision, and then stood in line to get some Sabaton shirts.  Well, he got a hoodie, and I got a tank top.

We listened to a bit of Cyhra and Kreator after getting our paraphernalia, but Kreator almost blew my eardrums out and we stepped into a quieter area to recoup.  There, we waited for Sabaton to start.  When we saw the sound guys taking out and testing their guitars and mikes and drums, we started getting twitchy excited.  Then, they announced the band and they came out on stage.  The screaming was thunderous and people started crying, “Sabaton!  Sabaton!  Sabaton!”  We joined in.  These are the songs they played:

  1. Cliffs of Gallipoli
  2. The Final Solution
  3. Primo Victoria
  4. Sparta
  5. The Last Stand
  6. Winged Hussars
  7. Resist & Bite
  8. Uprising
  9. Carolus Rex
  10. Gustavus Adolphus
  11. Night Witches
  12. Swedish Pagans
  13. Screaming Eagles

They played till almost midnight and my brother and I thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  He crowd surfed three times, filming for the last one.  There was a ‘mosh pit’ (friendly rough housing at a rock concert) that was going on beside us at one point, and I was smacked by somebody who got pushed.  I went flying in a complete 360 degrees, but many helpful hands saved me from landing on the floor.  My brother tried to put himself between me and the ‘violence’ but sometimes, he partook of it.

When we finally made it back to our hotel room, it was after midnight, and my brother just crawled into bed.  I took the time to remove my makeup, get changed and brushed my teeth before I went to sleep.  Of course, the alarm went off all too soon, but the breakfast and coffee was worth it, and then it was the long trek home.

I was sad to leave, almost hoping for an encore performance, but I will remember that concert and the fact that I did get to see Sabaton live.  It will probably be years before they come back and when they do, I hope to be waiting for them.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Prairie Dog Poppers

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re looking at the picture and the title and wondering, “What could this be about?”  Well, I can tell you it’s about funny little observations I’ve made while being a hostess, and most people do it.

Now, everyone hates to hear that there is a wait of any kind for a table.  They want to sit down right then and there and order their food and drink and eat immediately.  Nice, right?  Well, on Fridays and Saturdays at most establishments, you have to wait a few minutes.  Sometimes longer.  Don’t get all pissy about it.  Accept it as a fact of reality and life and you’ll find inner peace.  I’m kidding… but, seriously, shut up instead of winging about waiting.

Anyway, at my restaurant when I tell people to wait, I always scope the joint and see them looking around, as if them staring at desirable tables will somehow make them get up faster.  Hate to break it to you, but that isn’t going to happen.  We have a couch before our fireplace, and frequently I tell people to sit there while they wait to get them out of my hair.  A few minutes later, as I glance around, I’ll see somebody stand up and look around and maybe even point to a table.  You do realize that people can see you, right?  You’re not suddenly gifted with invisibility.  Reminds of the Cone of Silence from Get Smart.  We all know how that turned out.  They look silly and tables that are already seated and eating or talking, give them looks.  They pop up like prairie dogs and I have to chuckle.  I gave you a wait that was ex amount of time long.  And you’re already impatient five minutes in?  Gah!  The prairie dogs are on the loose!

In other words, when a hostess gives you a wait time and you sit down, don’t pop back up again to check on a table.  People will be judging you.

And on that note, it’s been real!