Well, my long overdue trip to the dentist yielded good news, bad news and worse news. The good news was that I had two very minor cavities that would need to be filled. The bad news was that a former dentist of mine incorrectly advised me that I had no wisdom teeth, like my father. The worse news is that my newly discovered third molars are impacted and will need to be removed. The bubbly, young Indian woman (she so reminded me of Kelly on The Office) recommended I visit an oral surgeon to have them extracted soon. I asked her how soon, and she mentioned that the late 90's would have been the perfect time. I guess the older you get, the more the teeth are set in bone, and the more excruciating the recovery.
This is karma paying my ass back for every smug, glib remark I offered each time some poor person would share the imminent doom of their wisdom teeth. I would boast of my genetic superiority when it came to those pesky pearls, and laugh. Karma has decided to cash in my dental foolishness for a painful surgery and woeful recovery.
I shall be more careful when tempting fate.
After that bombshell landed, as some of you may recall, I had a job interview. Needless to say, I didn't give my best performance. This really bothers me, since I need to do my best when it counts. Now, I may be judging my answers too harshly, and in the eyes of the lovely lady who interviewed me, I may be just what they need. I really doubt it though. I guess I will find out in the next week or so what my fate is when it comes to this position.