Well, imagine working at one. You come home and that smell is stuck to you like white on rice. I worked today. I worked yesterday. And both days I came home and I can smell that smell. It's in my hair. It's on my hands. How many times can you wash your hands in a dental office. I can tell you I washed my hands over 100 times today. Maybe more... And I can still smell "dental office" on them. And it's not latex, because I am allergic to latex, and I can't wear latex gloves.
Anyway... last night I had to come home, change my clothes, eat something (I didn't get a lunch) and run to Sam's club. Then I had to come home, shower, do my hair, and go to bed. And get up to do it again. I am exhausted. I came home, and changed my clothes, but I have to wait until Shad gets home w/Alex before I can go take a shower. And I smell. I smell like the office. And I am not likin it so much. And what I really don't like is having to sit here with it and smell it... I want a shower. And I am kind of glad I don't work full time...
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3 comments:
Yeah!! You got the job though! That is something to be excited about even if you do smell like a doctors office.
OoOooO!!! You're working, that's fun!! Hey, it's gotta be better than teenage funk, right?!
Congrats on the job!!! Maybe you will get used to the burning tooth smell soon :).
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