I get off work, already in a bad mood because of an inexperienced new boss (someone needs to save him from himself) and a wide assortment of imbeciles (customers).
So I get home, drop off some things and head out for a dentists appointment. Realize that I forgot my keys and cell inside (I'm usually paranoid about these things) and manage to hit my head in a desperate attempt to reach the front door before it close behind me (to no avail).
Fuuuuuck...
Get down to the dentist and get a cavity filled and then he says the dreaded words: "While we're at it, we'll yank out that wisdom tooth of yours" and continues to shoot me up 3 times with lidocaine directly into my palate!!!
Holy mother of all things big and small, that HURT!
I think he injected me 5 different places and it still hurt like razors on nipples!
Because unlike what you might think (if you haven't had a tooth pulled before) they don't just yank it straight out. No no no, he stuck a thin icepick-like thing between two teeth and pushed inwards, pulling it out horizontally.
Sweet Stalin, these people are CRUEL!
However my dentist is kinda hot and he was kinda grinding his (large) package against my neck... I suspect it's a trick they teach these bastards at dental school. Divert the attention away from the pain.
The assistants do the same thing with their boobs but that doesn't work on me (HA!)

Anyway, I finally escaped, with half my face drooping because of all the lidocaine and went home(-ish). Stopped by a 7-Eleven to borrow a phone book and a phone to call for a locksmith. Third try I find a guy who shows up 20 minutes later luckily.
I manage to find a neighbor who is home and he buzzes us through the front door and we walk up to my door, where the second set of dreaded words are uttered: "Uh oh... One of them new Ruko locks"
Fuuuuuuck...
He spends 5 minutes trying to unlock it but fails. Luckily he's a true handyman so we manage to find a ladde, he climbs up to the window and pulls out a huge DeWalt drill and drills a hole through the frame, unlocking the lock.
100$ poorer I can finally enter my apartment albeit through the window. Oh well I'll fill it up with some gum or something.

And I'm still bleeding profusely from my mouth. The locksmith looked kinda weird when I sneezed and blood came out...

(originally posted on my journal Dec. 4th)