The Dentist and Clairvoyance

There's a dentist appointment right around the corner. I generally don't like going to the dentist. They poke you and prod you with their shiny-tipped metal impliments. Then they tell you there's a cavity and to get rid of it there will be needles involved. Shudder. My dentist is one of the better ones, Dr. Franklyn Alexander. What it must take to be a dentist. To want to go into people's sacred places by day and dream that one is the tooth fairy at night. I bet it's the easy money. So many people have cavities nowadays with all the Krispy Kreme donuts (I know, I had two this morning). But this dentist, Mr. Alexander really cares for his patients. He talks to them, while scraping away, when they are in the chair and kindly reads them their dental rights. "You shall try to talk to me while my tools are in your mouth. These will come out as garbled messages which I will disregard. Your right to remain silent is overlooked."
What do I lose out on this? I have to pay the copay for the dentist. That means less money for me, baby. Oh, and those Krispy Kreme donuts... I paid for those, too. Almost 7$ a box, with little heart-shaped doughnuts and football-shaped donuts, but I digress. Just couldn't resist a warm box of doughnuts.
On the other hand, there was some incoming revenue this week, as well. Ten silly little articles all about spiritualist stuff, mediums and clairvoyance. 2$ every 500 words, coming to 20$. And there's that training session tomorrow. The place I'm going to work is "kid grimmy," probably having boogers and snot strewn over every inch of those pipes they climb through. But from now on I can probably quote "experience with children" on my resume. If I'm just working in the kitchens, which I kind of hope I am, then I'll have more food-handling experience. Either way, it's more revenue coming in that I desperately need to pay that old 14,777.99 dollars worth of debt. I haven't even gotten enough to pay the smallest one, 186.59$. So this training session has to go right and I will have a chance to get out of the house and meet people. I can't wait to wear one of those dinky little name tags. Thank god we don't have to wear bling. Or whatever Joanna from Office Space had to wear. Fling. Or...bling. Flair, it was flair.