This has been a long ass week. My teeth suck! My new dentist feels the need to put caps over many of my teeth, and they kill me. Either he doesn't put them on right, or they fall out, but basically I don't think he knows what he is doing. I should have stuck with the asshole dentist that did a decent job and knew what the hell he was doing. I feel like going to the dentist is my new job, and everytime I leave there I have to go back within a few days because he f###### something else up in my mouth. Why was I born with piss ass genes? No one else in my family besides my mother has these problems. My older sister had beautiful teeth, and never has any problems. Brian has not gone to a dentist for a normal check up in over 6 years...I mean wtf??
I still can't find a job...and there isn't even anything advertised anywhere for social workers. I am beginning to resign myself to the fact that I will have to work with the adult mentally ill, or the developmentally disabled. I really wanted to work with children or adolescents, but that is not where the jobs are at right now. My friend Heather just got a teaching job in Center Moriches making a lot of money, and I am happy for her, but I am also jealous. She is good at what she does, so I am glad she has something permanent.
I took my dog Simba to the beach twice this week and slept over on my dad's boat. He loves it there. He has grown up going to Davis Park every summer, but this summer is different because my dad has a new wife and a baby, so it is harder for me to sleep there every week. Not to mention we have my lil dog coop to worry about, and I can't leave him out all the time. Simba is a yellow lab, and he just turned 11 years old. He is in really good shape for his age, but cannot get up and down stairs too easily. On the boat there are these 3 steps that go into the kitchen and the bedroom and he stood at the top of them for 45 minutes on saturday waiting to come down, but thinking he couldn't do it. I finally just pushed him, and then he had no choice. He has been sleeping now for the entire week because he is so tired. It doesn't take much anymore to wear him out. I cried on saturday night because it is so sad to see him get old, and know that he will only be around for a couple more years if I am lucky. He is the best behaved dog I have ever met. I love him! A lot of other shit happened this week, but I really don't want to get into it...