First things first … EGGNOG LATTES ARE OUT!!! I just wanted you to know, so you can get in on the deliciousness. I drank one yesterday and feel fatter already… which is bad … and yet, good … so very, very good …
In other news, yesterday, after the kind voting volunteer announced I had voted, a lady turned around and said, “Amy!” I looked and said, “Amy!”
That’s right … it was one of the many Amys who attended high school with me. We chatted for a bit. She asked what I was up to … and this time it didn’t escape as a hoarse, “I’m a freelance writer?” So I’m getting better. She mentioned that she was a dental technician before her five kids.
Ahhh, the teeth industry. I tried it for awhile, you know. One of the odd jobs picked up while going to school in Dallas, I worked for an old dentist, in an old office that smelled of floride and mothballs. As both the receptionist and the dental assistant, I was never without things to do. The good doctor trained me on the job–and I loved two things: creating teeth molds and developing x-rays. Yes, we developed them … in an honest-to-goodness dark room.
Needless to say, nothing much had changed in that office since the 1950’s–including the good doctor’s clothes.
He wore a cotton polo and elastic polyester pants every day–one week he wore the same pants twice. How do I know? Because the seam of the crotch had given way. Oh yes, my friends, it’s true. Of course, he would sit there, in his dentist chair, straddling the head of a patient, and I would be assisting … trying to look and yet not look, because all I could see were his yellowed tighty-whiteys.
It was most unfortunate.
So, what about you? What’s one of your crazy jobs? Because I am pretty sure I cannot be the only one with stories …