There should be a category in any award giving ceremony especially for procrastinators. That way, I can achieve
a) Immediate (but somewhat reluctant) fame
b) Some cool prizes
c) Meet other famous people
About a year ago, I had blogged about some wisdom tooth issues that have been plaguing me for as long as I can remember, but certain events led to making the task of getting it removed similar to the act of pushing a (very stubborn elephant) up the stairs. Allow me to explain...
It would have began in July 2007. I had gone to a dentist to have my teeth checked, which is a usual thing to do. The only unusual thing about it is that I had neglected doing so since I was in my teens. Nevertheless, no problems were found, except that the dentist had informed me that my teeth was all compacted at the back! Now, she could have recommended an orthodontist for me to visit, but she didn't, instead she asked me to check with my HR to see which clinics were available. The lady at HR instead told me too look one for myself. I got a number from one of my aunts, and while I attempted to make an appointment with the orthodontist, I had to deal with his receptionist/secretary/slave/goodness knows where she put her brain moron. Now if this woman either refused to understand my simple request of fixing an appointment, or really couldn't understand me is beyond my knowledge, but suffice to say that she couldn't get me an appointment and I met with a dead end. And with this being sent to run in circles until I met a dead end in view, I never got my wisdom teeth extracted.
Fast forward to nearly two years later, the pain caused by the wisdom teeth inching their way up in my over-crowded mouth has ceased, leaving me with only with a somewhat geeky smile, which I noticed was very obvious in a rather recent photo. A slight push from my mom, and another phone number of a different orthodontist saw me going through yet another attempt at getting an appointment, at least for consultation. Once again I was met by a moronic woman who couldn't seem to understand that all I want is a consultation. She takes my phone number and never calls back. And so I wonder, is it just my luck or is it a default situation whereby moronic receptionists are only hired by orthodontists? (A better way to ask the question would be: "Do all orthodontists hire moronic receptionists?") Nevertheless, I try again (after some pestering from mom) and finally get the lady to fix an appointment for me (which is somewhere in mid June!!) after a week of negotiations.