The waiting game

So it has been a month or so since I got my promotion. I'm still in my old job and I'm doing most of my new job. They still haven't gotten a replacement for me. Hopefully, they'll hire the guy named Brian who can start on Monday. I would like to start training my replacement ASAP so that I can move over into my new job before I have to do the quarter-end inventory accounting. I don't know how to do it yet, so it would be nice to get a running start at it, you know?

On the good news front, school is going well and I haven't had anything go terribly wrong lately. The weather's been great, money's not so tight, I've started rebuilding the South fence, and my CD collection is growing.

On the bad news front, I'm having a wisdom tooth removed next Friday. I'm... uh... nervous. Actually, when I think about it, I can feel the hysteria rising like a big, stinky burp after eating Thai food and drinking a Coke. I guess that "scared" is a better word than "nervous." I am not so much afraid of pain, since I'll be numbed into oblivion. What worries me is how I will react to the prying and pulling and cracking, and the squeal of the root on my jaw bone as they pull it out, and the popping of each little capillary as it breaks from the root. I'm afraid I'll fight with them or try to get away. However, they have given me tranquilizers, so that should be fun. Even better, the day after that I have a birthday party to go to. Once again, Michelle is trying to get me to meet Darrin. I can see it now. Me, swollen and bruised, mumbling through painkillers, possibly drooling. That should impress him.