Just had another tooth pulled out after the last time.
This time was quite different. The Dentist put int a swab that tasted like strawberries, and told me to keep it in place. After a few minutes he took it out and the area around outside the tooth that was to be extracted was quite numb. Then it felt like he stuck a needle in my cheek, though it was probably just into the area of the root and that connected to the nerves in my cheek. Then pulled it out and stuck it again. Both times I only felt pressure.
Then he went to stick the needle on the inside area of the tooth. It felt like it hit bone and it hurt a tiny bit. He apologized and went away for a few minutes and then came back with an extraction tool. When he squeezed a bit on it, it hurt. The inside wasn't hit correctly, and so he asked where it hurt and stuck the needle in again. This time it didn't really hurt as much as it felt very strange. The nerves started around the area of the tooth and then went up to my nose. Almost as if water was sprayed in my nose, but was merely the nerve signals. Though I never tasted the stuff in the needle like last time. Also it only took four sticks with the needle, and it only slightly hurt the once.
After that there was no pain. He got a good grip on the tooth and pulled it to the right, then to the left. Then back to the right again. Pulling my jaw along with it each time. Then he twisted the tooth, and twisted some more. Then started pulling it back and forth again. Finally it started to get loose, and I started to hear a slight cracking sound. Then pop, it was out.
A nurse to my side, that I did not notice before that very moment, used a tool to suction out the blood and whatnot. He put in the gauze and it was over. The time from getting a good grip on it and the time to the gauze was no more than about two minutes. My eyes were a bit watery but not from pain. From the lack thereof compared to last time. It was just so amazing.
Now I'm starting to feel some pain and my cheek feels puffy and a little desensitized. The area around the tooth is a bit sore but nothing like last time where the gum was cut. I'm taking some Lortab 7.5/500. I'm still afraid of getting dry socket. Last time he cut so much that the skin of the gum was flapped over almost, this time it is just an empty hole. Though the hole is not as deep as it was when I first took off the gauze. Both times it took several times applying new gauze before it stopped bleeding. This time I ran out of gauze and put in a folded up teabag and that helped a lot better.
Two problems, the drugs are making me not so tired. I was quite tired before going to the dentist and now I'm wide awake. I can't imagine how painful it would be without the pills. Another problem is I'm very thirsty, but like I said, scared of dry socket and washing out the clot by drinking water too soon. So there you have it, my second chance with a dentist.
Been watching more movies at the theaters recently. Mostly because my car has finally been fixed and I don't have to worry about it much. Which means I can travel more. And not get as tired from the stress. Last week I watched Star Trek on imax. Visually it may have been 35mm upscaled to 70mm, but the sound was great. Good enough to perhaps justify the bump in price. I could also sit back quite a few rows and still have it take up my entire field of vision. Where as with a regular screen I have to sit closer and the screen is higher up which can hurt my neck a bit after a while. I plan on watching Terminator next week or the following week, perhaps Angels and Demons as well.
Made a thing of it. Around the first of every month go over to the city and watch a movie and have dinner. Though next week I'll probably just catch a movie or two by myself, unless my brother wants to tag along. Then it'll just be one movie perhaps. I seemed to have found the perfect time span where as there haven't seemed to be any or very few kids in the movies. Which was one of my complaints about going to the movies. Second being Cellphones, or those who can't stop talking during the movie. Third being the people who overly laugh at every single barely funny joke. It's quite noticeable when only one person in the entire theater laughs at something.
I am planning on going to Jersey for my birthday next month. I requested a few days off from work. I may head down to Atlantic City and spend a day there, and then spend a day in Philadelphia taking pictures. If I don't go to Atlantic City, then I may go to New York City. Either way I'll take quite a few pictures. I have a large memory card and new camera that I haven't really used yet. So that will be fun in its own right.
Brightness warm and inviting abandon.
Vivid tantalization's glowing edges bound.
The verge of fracturing stars never storm.
Interjection's abrupt empathy not given lightly.
Come alive bleating to an auspicious world anew.
Dazzled elation beholden the unlikely flock.
Forbearance concedes acceptance of the moment.
Reflection's effulgent illuminations adorned.
Prevailing glorification of all without exception.
Bewildered exasperation realistic and lacking.
Temptation gushing wavering enlightenment.
Enchantment's embrace full of grimace and grace.
Understand. This is my time. Listen. My future, past and present. Unfold the future that breathes no more of the past sanctuary of false lies. Present bonds of blood, twisted control surrendering to the lost and scared memories caught in the whispering shadows of day. Here without imaginary solitude, numb and awake. Feel. Trembling hands held high, waiting for words of soothing rain. Desperate. I know. To show the world I am, alive.
Well I had bought a washer and dryer from Sears on Friday 6th. When they were loading them in the truck, I asked them to make sure all the stuff was included. As I had bought a power cord and vent for the dryer since that didn't come with the standard purchase. They said everything was included.
I get back home, a fifty mile ride across a bridge. Only to find out they didn't include the other things I bought. So while I could get the washer running, the dryer was just a very heavy paper weight for the time being.
Called them up and told them that they didn't give me this other stuff I purchased. They checked on it and I called them back in a hour or so. They agreed to mail it to me. I called back on Monday to confirm that they sent it and they said they did. I wait, and wait... Friday comes and I've had enough waiting. I call them up and they say it was delivered. On Tuesday. How could that be, I still don't have it. What is going on!? It was delivered alright, to the wrong address!
How did this wrong address come to be? Well, I had given him my address and telephone number. When I purchased this order, the same address and telephone was given. Turns out somewhere between the sales manager taking this information down over the phone, then giving that to the shipping facility, my address was lost. At least that address, as my proper address was still in their system. They used my telephone number to find an address. The telephone number belonged to someone else of course before I got it, and that person had bought stuff there before. So, my stuff was sent to their address, according to their old telephone number. Well they had moved, and I actually knew them, so I had no idea who was staying there now. Splendid you say, and the end of the story you may think. But no, there is more.
I go to that address since it isn't too far away and knock on this old woman's door. She opens it after a minute, surprisingly. Since I wouldn't have opened it to some strange person. She told me her son had taken it to the post office in town on Thursday, the day before. So I go back to town and spend about twenty minutes talking to the post office workers. They search for the package without much luck. They would have had it in a returns area that would have been sent out after a few days since it was from ups and not them.
That's when the son arrives at the post office while I was waiting to see if the package was still there. He had told his mother that when he arrived the day before, the post office wasn't open. So he was going to take it the next day, during his lunch break, Friday. That was while I was in there...
So I get the package finally. I'm happy to have all this resolved. The box was old and had tape every which way. They couldn't have picked a worse box and made it look any worse than they did. They wrote my name in a very big marker on it and the wrong address on there. I laughed while looking at it as it looked like a three year old had written it with a big marker.
I take it home and open it up. The dryer cord and vent? It's in there, only not. Not because, the dryer cord I had paid for and was on my receipt was a four wire cord. They gave me a three wire cord, useless to me. The vent was alright, but I had to cut that to one third of its current size to fit the vent outlet. I bought the proper cord from another store only about twenty miles away after calling them up.
So I call them back up (thankfully nothing else bad had happened to me that week, so I still didn't get too angry) and after a while they give me a full refund and told me to keep the stuff. While talking to them I notice something on the box. They as well misspelled my name. Not the standard misspelling of Christopher, no... That would have been way too simple of a misspelling. Unless of course without me knowing that I was renamed to Kristoper.
So to recap. Not only did they say I had it before leaving, they send it to the wrong address. Put it in a nasty box, give me the wrong cord, and spell my name wrong.
Now that's what I call doing it the wrong way, just right.
Yep... Was in and out in about an hour. There were three machines where I went, but about sixty people in line inside, and the line went outside. It took on average about three minutes for people to confirm their identify and to vote. Thus with the three machines and three minutes, the line advanced about every minute. When I arrived there weren't many people outside. Once you got to the door, it was an hour wait.
They told me the line was quite long before, and I noticed after I got there that the line started growing behind me again. So perhaps I was lucky in my vote timing.
I had to park quite a bit away, and the rain eased up during the time I was outside. After I voted, which was very easy. How someone could mess that up, I am not sure. If they could mess that up, then perhaps they shouldn't vote! Still, after I was finished, the rain started to pick up more and got quite chilly. Inside was pretty warm. Warm enough that I had to take off my coat.
Only took me about twenty five seconds to vote, and about a minute and twenty seconds to verify my identity. I was a little worried though about my registration. Thankfully I registered at the DMV and they apparently mailed off one of my residence bills/paycheck with the application. Thus I only had to show my driver license. Still, my license has a different mailing address since I can't get mail at my residential address, and on the list they were reading from it was my actual address. Thankfully below that was my mailing address. So all was good. Well other than the woman yelling out my middle name to another woman behind her who I am guessing was her job to check the people off the list, as she had a sign on the table that said whomever sits at this table is not allow to talk to anyone. She thought my middle name was my last name. I corrected her and she yelled it out again, then added my last name on a second later.
I only saw a few people I recognized personally. The others, were what you would expect somewhat early in the morning and in a small community. Quite a few farmers and others trying to vote before having to go to work. Though I did notice quite a few young people my age. A couple younger and a few more around my sister's age. While the majority was above forty five, I'd have to say that about forty percent were younger. Also I heard Obama spoken aloud about fifteen times, while McCain only twice.
Overall, an hour well spent.
I wonder how many times I will have to call verizon about the same thing. I merely wanted a simple speed upgrade. Apparently they keep getting an error. What error? I went through checking my line several times already. Unplugging, plugging in the modem. Checking the line again. All the standard things. DSL billing first said it was a technical support matter. Technical support said it was a dsl billing request problem. Then dsl billing told me it was technical support again. That's when technical support told me it was provisioning. The provisioning department said it was a dsl billing problem. Then dsl billing told me it was never provisioned, thus provisioning fault. It has been escalated several times, and I have talked to them again and again. And now they finally they just contacted the Verizon MCO.
MCO says there is a major problem and that's about all they can tell me at this time. Supposed to contact me within twenty four hours, though most likely will have to call them back to inquire about any updates from them. I'm at the point where I am just going to see how long it takes them and how many times they can lay the blame on some other department. I've told them what happened when I first got service, but they keep thinking it is some problem on the back office end.
It took about a month before I got any service here. Apparently for some reason they weren't showing my residence as being able to receive any dsl service which caused the phone not to be hooked up either. Or rather, existing at all. A very strange thing since most of my neighbors have dsl through them. Verizon had to send someone out to hook up the service and they were the same person who told me they had to manually provision the line for my residence and switch pairs and other interesting things. That of course took them about a month before they sent anyone out. About how long it has taken for this upgrade. Now wondering how much longer before they finally send someone out to see if they can find the problem. The only reason I knew for certain I could get dsl service, even though there might have been a possibility that my neighbors could get service and I couldn't because of a looping issue, was because when I moved in there were verizon dsl filters still hooked up to the phone jacks. Unless the previous tenants were playing a very messed up joke on me. Which I suppose they did, considering how much trouble it was to even get service. I'll have to remember when I move out to leave a few of the filters hooked in for future tenets. 
Like last time, they ran out of things they could do on their end and just sent someone out as a last resort. An hour or so after their arrival I had service. It has to be more expensive for support to talk to me for an hour, sometimes more each time. Perhaps they just like talking to me. Damn my smooth talking ways. 
Today is August 26th. I placed my order on July 31st. I can only surmise Verizon has been doing me a service, preparing me for a future battle that shall encompass the world. A battle of incompetency!
Today I had driven to a fast food place to get some iced tea to drink with lunch. I see my sister had just ordered at the drive-through, and so I call Mom and get her to call my sister and tell her she should stop eating fast food. My sister of course inquires as to how Mom knows what she is doing. Mom did not take it any further, either from laughing as she can almost never pull off a prank, or could not think of anything.
A minute or two passes. I had already paid for the tea, and was at the other window to pick it up, when the woman there with tea in hand, looks at me with this very serious look. "Umm..." she paused, "I have something to tell you." I figured she somehow messed up the order, even though it was quite simple. The gravity she was giving the situation with her body language and tone of voice felt more serious. Therefore, I ask what it was, when she responds with happy birthday.
The thought of my sister who just drove through did not cross my mind until a split second later. After thoughts of how this woman, whom I have maybe seen once before, knew it was my birthday. They ranged from perhaps someone else there knew me, which wasn't very likely or the place was somehow able to track me, as well as other customers and knew it was my birthday because I was in some database. Then the thought that I did not pay with a card, rather cash made that even more interesting if not outlandish, as if it were not already.
I had sort of a curiously interested look on my face when the woman warned me she was about to tell me something. The possibility of her telling me happy birthday never crossed my mind. I am sure for a second I had a deer in the headlights look. My mouth dropped open a little, my eyes widened. She might as well have told me that she was going to burn down the establishment and I probably would have had the same reaction, though I most likely would not have drunk the tea afterward.
I blinked, and then paused with my eyes closed and thought of the most logical reason; my sister must have put her up to it. Upon asking her if that was how she knew, she nodded with a smile. Then after she gave me the tea, said she should not have revealed it so easily.
In a way, I would consider this a great birthday gift. Most would not agree, probably wondering how I could see it as a gift. Well, if you know me, then you would know why I would consider it that way. A moment after driving away, grinning, all I could think was, "Now that was birthday surprise."
Sacrifice, a word, death an ideal living in madness, trying to, dying to reach distant appreciation of the moment, wretched and late. Good intentions be damned, bad intentions save but for one.
Abandoned between night and day, never a foundation, never a purpose, hesitation a mere whisper lost somewhere granting spying lies, shadows reaching out for realizations too great, too soon.
The last angel led astray, embrace, and apologize for damaged eyes, tears unspoken call out to heaven, a look, so immense, a sight so great, horrible nevertheless great, living in fear, living in madness.
Afraid, a life in the balance, guiding moments of direction seeking paths forgotten, unrestrained emotions find the way, find the glory, find the pain, find the deathly shadows of approaching night.
Self inflicted silence, another shattered window abandoned, poignant phantoms stalk, today this ends, tonight this begins, resurrected, the solitary light in this paradise of torment.
Too soon, rejecting foundation of purpose, dreams embrace the immense, it's time to never, to forever seek release, tired, reaching rainbows, stars dawn, intentions save the world, good and bad save us all.
If anyone knows me, then they know how I feel about drunks, and oh how so much I hate them. That's not entirely specific enough. When I say drunks, I'm referring to the violent or verbally abusive kind. If someone wants to drink something or do anything and not act badly toward another, then I could care less. It's the ones who get drunk, or get high or take other substances and then act carelessly toward another, which really pisses me off. Also I wasn't entirely specific about hate. When I say hate, I mean jaw clenching, blind rage inducing hatred.
It's not really the verbal abuse, or the violent actions that anger me so much. Both of which I can deal with appropriately. It's the fact that people dismiss these actions all because they were "drinking". Or that they never act this way when they are sober. It's all the drugs fault! Honest... Also if someone acts violently toward you, you have the choice of acting violent toward them, or dismissing it. Though when someone is drunk, either choice is pointless because they don't know when to quit. If you were to get into an altercation, or tell them anything, it doesn't matter. Might as well be talking to a wall, which yells obscenities, tries to intimidate, threaten to do you harm or sometimes try to hit or throw stuff at you. If you are sober, and are provoked enough to get into a fight? You might as well be punching a toddler. For the person on the inside is innocent, their actions aren't their fault, even if they chose to drink or do drugs in the first place. At least that's how most people would see it.
I think I did well enough tonight. I tried to laugh off most of it, or stay out of it, even delving into my work, which there was plenty tonight, with it being the end of the month as well as having a lot of the rooms booked. Though I did call the cops, but that was more of me trying not to get so angry that I start punching someone and hurting them and thus lose my job, rather than anything else. Not sure if the guy knew how close I was from jumping over the desk and bashing his head in, though it seems the bartender and his wife knew, even though I wasn't engaging him in his verbal obscenities.
If I hadn't been at work, then the whole dynamic would have changed. I could have just left, not bothering to worry about them. As I have done in the past, dealing with a dumpster drunk. I'm sure there is a certain someone who probably still remembers that one. Or I might have been more prone to bitch slap them. Who knows, but thankfully I didn't show the same disregard they showed toward me and others with their actions.
Before I go any further, I'd just like to point out that I don't want to lead anyone to think I am some kind of snob, or that I feel that I am better than anyone else. People thinking others are below them always infuriated me. Merely that these type of people go beyond that. Their actions are low, but they aren't below anyone else. They are human beings after all and even if they fail to treat others properly, I shall try to not do the same.
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The night started off like any other when we are somewhat busy. There were guests in the bar, which can be seen from the front desk. I had quite a bit of work to do tonight, still do, and so will be leaving this to go do more work, and then loading this back up to write some more in between work. So, I was just finishing the standard routine of doing the pre-audit when the bartender came up to the front desk to drop of his deposit. It was about twelve fifteen. That's when this guest started yelling for the bartender. "Bartender!" … "Bartender!" Then he yelled some obscenities, and then yelled for the bartender some more.
He had stopped serving at about twelve and the last few minutes he was figuring out what the deposit was supposed to be as well as his tips. We were going over this while the guy in the bar was yelling for him. He'd quip back that he was doing something else, that he'd be in there soon enough. We both had a smile, shaking our heads. Just as we were done we see that his wife was trying to help him out of the bar. She was struggling to keep him up, all the while he just wanted to get back to the bar.
So what happens? He falls to the floor. It looks like he might have hit his head on a door, but we weren't sure. The guy didn't move or say anything. The bartender on his way back over, runs over to see if he was all right. The guy grabs the bartender's leg and starts laughing, telling him to serve him something more to drink. There were a couple other people in the bar area, one who also works here during the summer, but they were here for a wedding, where as this drunk guy was here for his son's wrestling competition. One of them falls down on the floor laughing at the scene of the guy grabbing the bartender's leg. I shake my head, the bartender after finally getting the guy on a bench, asks if the guy was alright and later told me that he thought he guy was going to hit him or trying to tackle him or something.
So there they sit for a few minutes, talking about his son, about all sorts of stuff. I don't really remember, as I was doing my work and trying to block out what they were talking about. His wife came over a few times, asking me the quickest route to her room. If certain doors were unlocked so she could get him out and thanking me and the others for our patience.
It's about twelve thirty and they have finally got him by the front desk. Mind you, the front desk to the bar is only about thirty feet. He was the entire time trying to go back, while they were trying to get him out the door. So, he makes it to the front desk and says something to me. I'm still doing my work, and blocking out his obscenities.
He tells the bartender and his wife, he just said that he loves more than anything, to leave him alone, that he didn't want to come here and it was because of his son that he came here. I am summarizing, because there were of course more curse words thrown in there. Something that happened quite a bit.
He's standing at the front of the desk, and I pick up a stack of papers, not really paying much attention to him. Something that seems to piss him off a lot, that he isn't the center of attention. So, he tries to grab my audit papers from me. I look up, not with a look of anger. More of WTF do you think you are doing, kind of look. I keep hold of the papers, he's trying to grab them from me, so I just pull down and his hand hits the desk and he lets loose. Calling me all sorts of names.
Then he tries to get into my face, even though the front desk was there. He starts yelling at me asking why I wasn't looking at a man while he was talking to me. Perhaps asserting that I weren't a man, or that he was the only important person here. I tell him I was trying to work; I didn't have time for his nonsense. I get a call from a room, wanting a wake up call, and what does he try to do? Grab the phone cord. He had been trying to get closer even though the front desk was there, perhaps to try to hit me or something else. So I put in the wake up call, and then call the police department.
It's twelve forty five, and I was looking right at him while I was talking to the police. He was looking right back at me, perhaps thinking I wasn't really calling them. So I hang up the phone, and the wife is still trying to get him to leave. He shrugs her off, and I don't see the bartender in sight. The guy starts saying more stuff to me. This goes on for about another ten minutes. The wife is telling her husband that I am being very patient with him and that she soon will not be. That the cops are on the way and other stuff about their son, that they were here to see their son not to cause a scene or embarrass him.
It's one in the morning, and he quietly asks me what time it is. I tell him, and then while still trying to print out some more reports, the printer is empty. So I go around the back of the desk, there is a wall dividing that from the front lobby to get some papers, and he about freaks out. Again yelling, I grab a stack of paper, and start loading it. He had picked something up and I can only guess was going to throw it but his wife was there. I think I have been more than patient enough with this guy. The wife knows it; the other guys there know it. The bartender, who just came back within sight, knows it.
I look at the wife, the bartender and then back at the drunken guy. I gave them a look few have ever seen. My jaws are clenched, and stare directly at him. The wife and bartender fully understand. They try to get him outside again, and he refuses. Actually told the bartender he'll fight him too. The bartender promises to go to his son's wrestling competition tomorrow, as well go surfing with him if he leaves. He starts back toward the desk. The wife pushes him pretty hard, he falls down. Gets up and she pushes him again, he falls down again. This happens a few more times before he is out the door. But not before telling the summer worker to suck his... He was not pleased. The other guy with him told him to not get angry, the guy was only drunk. Both of them had been pretty quiet the entire time, and the only reason they were still here was probably because the bartender was supposed to give them a ride home. He told him that it's still no excuse to say something like that, and that he'll knock his ass out.
The cops call back, telling me someone is on the way. Asked me if the guy was still there. I told them he just went outside. I hang up the phone and a minute later I hear him again, he must have opened the door and yelled again, or he yelled so loud, I could hear it through the door. After that, I didn't hear him any more.
I finish locking all the doors, and the bartender gets back. He tells me that the wife told him on the way to the room that the guy hadn't drank anything for twenty years, but used to be an alcoholic. He tells me that the guy had about four drinks and that was it. He didn't know anything about the guy when he served him, only until after that did the wife show up and try to get him out of there.
A cop shows up and we tell him that the guy was an ass. No one was hurt, other than him maybe when he kept falling down. The summer worker went up to the cop and told him that the guy was very rude. I had to stop from laughing at that. Then the cop told the bartender to think about how he acts when he is drunk. I never act like that, drunk or not. The cop leaves and since I didn't call them to get the guy in trouble anyway, we play it down and just say he was drunk and acting like an ass.
The bartender for the next ten minutes after the cop had left kept apologizing to me, that he hasn't been there for a few months and so forgot how bad they could get. I told him to not worry about it, that I called the cops not because I was worried he was going to hurt me, but that I was worried that I was going to hurt him. Though if he comes back down and starts bothering me or other guests, I'll call the cops again and then tell them everything. Even if that means showing up at a court date if he gets arrested.
So there you have it, my rant in this little corner of the web. Indeed, yes... Another two thousand plus word entry. Don't you just love them! Just remember, I left out quite a bit, and that would have made this even longer.
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