who am i kidding

like i could really keep the rants down to 1x pr day.

so last week at the dentist, the technician noticed a crack in one of my teeth. sadly, i need a filling. i went to the receptionist and did the awkward time dance necessitated by the 1L year schedule: "i can do MTW 12-30 to 2:00, or 4:00 on, and also Th F after 1, except every other Th when I can only do it 1-3:30." yeah. i feel like a jackass. the receptionist was super nice and scheduled a 4:00 appt for today. she even wrote the time and date down on a nice little business card with appt scheduling space on the back.

i show up at 3:50, 10 mins early like i prefer, after dashing out of class to my car parked in the teacher's lot because of the timing issues of Boston traffic at 3:30. risking a ticket and spending 2 dollars in quarters, i arrive soaked and ready to go. i am then berated for being late because i had a 3:30 appointment and the dentist left. i receive judgey bitch eye from my favorite technician.

....not a big deal, except i am extremely punctual for professional type appointments. i hate when people waste my time and i try really hard not to waste theirs. i often show up a half hour early to appointments and interviews because i get so nervous about being late. in undergrad, in would routinely skip a class if i would be more than 10 mins late because i think it is inexcusably rude to saunter in at that late hour. if, for some reason, i would be that late, i would email the professor and army crawl in the back entrance, whispering "sorry, sorry," like it is my job.

naturally, i pull out my planner where the appointment card is paperclipped and show her that i am NOT late. she chirps "whoops," and then asks if I can do next tuesday at 2:30. so we go through the whole dance again, and i finally leave with a new appointment.

all in all, no harm done. except 45 mins of rush hour driving, 2 dollars on parking, endless irritations, soaking wet hair and sleeves, and a bitchface.


onwards.