Hey. Happy Thanksgiving Day. Is it called Thanksgiving Day, or just Thanksgiving? I have no idea. Whatever it is, have a good one. We are heading to IceQueen's parents house this afternoon for thanksgiving dinner. kewl. I don't know if we're having turkey, but hey, turkey is just a big ugly bird so who gives a toss? It's the thought that counts.

Just been advised we're having chicken. Yay. Who wants to spend six hours cooking a turkey anyway? Ok, the other Weasel is here telling me she's deeply offended about my 'big dumb bird' comments about turkeys - apparently without turkeys the pioneers would have starved and the USA might not be what it is today. Hmm.. in that case, turkeys have a few things to answer for if you ask me.

Yesterday I went to the dentist. What a drama. It was pretty embarrassing, and I'll tell you why. IceQueen's Dad (the Lemur) met me there as he was having a check-up too. I sat in the dentist chair (as ya do) while the dentist took a look at my sharp pointy teeth.

I was already aware that I needed a root canal and crown. I was here for a second opinion (and price check). Ok, this dentist was cheaper, by about US$230 which was a good start. She said that it needed to be started on immediately before it got beyond help (creating urgency like any good salesperson would), so I said yup, go for it. That's when things took a turn for the worse.

Naturally I needed local anesthetic, so the dentist shot me up about five or six times around my tooth and then told me to sit in the waiting room for about 20 minutes while it took effect. The Lemur was still in the waiting room, and as I sat down I could feel myself starting to feel faint.. y'know - cold sweat, ringing sound in your head like you're hyperventilating? I told the Lemur I wasn't feeling great and he ran and got the dentist ..just as I went unconscious.

Ok obviously I don't remember being out, but when I came to a short while later I was still sitting in the chair, but instead of a Lemur, I was surrounded by dentists, dental assistants (one was vigorously waving vial after vial of smelling salts under my nose), a receptionist, and some other dude who worked there but hell if I know what he did ..also: a Lemur. A couple of patients were hovering in the background too (bet I scared the shit out of them! Muahahaha!).

They moved me back onto the dentist chair and laid me out. Next thing I know two paramedics arrive in an ambulance (this is all within a few minutes) and check me out and ask if I want to go to hospital. Feeling embarrassed enough about the mayhem I'd caused already, I declined. They were kewl with that and said it was probably the epinephrine in the injection that did it (epi mixed with lidocaine), which would have sped my heart up and caused me to black out, combined with the fact I have an infection in the tooth and I'm still getting over a flu so therefore have a weakened system. Believe it or not, the dentist still wanted to go on with the work on my tooth since it was getting pretty numb by this stage. The paramedics seemed a bit shocked by that and said, "Well, you're the health professional here, but we definitely wouldn't recommend it". I took their advice.

They kept me there for the next hour or two while the dental assistants seemed to be taking turns at holding a fan in my face to keep me cool (and conscious I guess). A doctor from down the road came in and checked me out as well, but said I should be ok. I almost blacked out again just as he left which was kind of freaky since I had been feeling much better up till then.

The dude 'who worked there but hell if I know what he did' bought me a cup of sweet tea and a chocolate thing to eat to get my sugar levels up which really helped. The Lemur stayed there the whole time which I really appreciated and held the fan in my face as well. Thanks Lemur, don't know what would have happened if he hadn't been there, especially since everyone there spoke Russian except the paramedics.

Lemur also called IceQueen and told her what had happened. Poor Weasling must have been freaked, she left work immediately and came running straight to the dentist. I was glad to see her though, even though it interrupted her work. About 2 hours after my appointment, we left the dentist and went home. Lemur went down and picked up a prescription for me - antibiotics for the infection and ibuprofen for the pain (although I thought ibuprofen was an anti-inflammatory, but whatever) and the other Weasel cuddled with me. Think it upset her a bit. *sneef*

That was my drama for the day. Fun huh? Wonder what today will bring.

Oh, by the way it snowed the other day (or should it be snew, LOL.). It snowed around 4am but the snow melted as soon as it hit the ground, so nothing for me to get excited over, I couldn't even throw a snowball at someone. When I got up this morning it was -1°C. It changed to 0°C about midday where it still is at right now, but still no snow. Ok cya.

Isn't that kewl? I thought so. I have my second round of interviews tomorrow morning at the Marriott Marquee in Manhattan. kewl.

Hmm. Don't think I mentioned the interview that wasn't. A week or two ago I was contacted by an agency who saw my resumé on monster.com and wanted to set up an interview for me with Nextel. The job was business marketing cellular and I think some network solutions for about $80k on target earnings. I said bring it on (not in those words), and the guy from the agency rang me back later and gave me a date, time, place and name. The name rang a bell. I realized that I had already interviewed with Nextel a long time ago with the same guy there, and via the same agency, but the guy at the agency said no worries, the job is presumably open again.

Ok so I turn up for this 9am interview in Manhattan looking all professional in my black designer suit and white YSL shirt, silk tie, black leather satchel and Bill Blass overcoat, y'know, the whole nine yards, shining resumé and all. Come 11am I'm still sitting there waiting patiently and wondering wtf is going on. The secretary has been checking his line religiously every 20 minutes or so for me while he's been on some major conference call, and finally just after 11am she tells me he is on the way. Yay.

Finally out comes this guy and we instantly recognize each other and smile and perform the obligatory 'hello again, how are you' handshake routine (I managed to get down to the 'short list' in the interviews for the same position months previously).

He asks, "You're here for an interview?" He looks confused.
I reply, "..err ...yes." I look perplexed.
He asks, "umm ..who sent you?"

One eyebrow may or may not have been raised by me at this point. I tell him who, and the name of the agency that sent me. He then tells me that he doesn't know why they sent me, and backs it up with two qualifiers:

• They aren't actually looking to hire anyone, and
• He's interviewed me already so he would contact me direct if they were looking for someone anyway.

He apologies profusely for keeping me waiting so long for nothing, and explains he was on a high level conference call, although I know it's not his fault, and I leave the building. Damn.

I called the agency and the guy there who sent me was not sure what happened either but also apologizes. An employee there had resigned a week or so prior and he took over her work, and I only guess he found my old file from the interview months earlier and thought it was current. Doh. End of story. Fun huh?