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Nov. 6th, 2006 10:30 pmDentist this afternoon. There was a relief dentist on as my usual one was away. As soon as I got into his treatment room, he and the nurse immediately said I shouldn't have been booked for a scale and polish only two months after my last one. I explained that I'd been advised to have quarterly scale-and-polishes and that Kym the receptionist had chosen early November instead of late for some reason. I told the dentist about my filling coming out last week, so he took a look at my teeth.
In 1994 I had a root canal filling in the tooth I'd now damaged. Because of that, the dentist didn't like to put any more amalgam filling in that tooth and suggested a white filling, which would be stronger anyway. I readily agreed, and he did the filling there and then; because of the root canal filling, he didn't have to do an injection, it was totally painless. The filling cost £75 - ouch - but, on the bright side, while he was preparing to do the filling he and the nurse talked and agreed that they didn't see any need for a scale and polish, and indeed that I could go back to six-monthly scale-and-polishes. So that's £30 saved, and I don't have to go back till March.
As my mother was doing a mayoral function at Explosion this evening, and my college is on the way there, I was dropped off at night school in the Mayoral car. We did mock-exam assignments this week; I was doing fine until I printed one of the documents and the computer put all the characters in the footer on top of each other, so all I got in the footer was a big black blob. I tried to put it right, but whenever I tried typing any text in the footer, or header, the computer did the same thing. I told Joan; she came over and investigated but couldn't fix the fault, and in the end she just stood around saying 'I don't know'. Maybe it was the open wallet surgery I'd had this afternoon, but stress got the better of me and I asked Joan whether that meant I'd have to call it a night. She, a little brusquely, said no; she closed the offending document and told me to start again in a new one. I did, and all went well...until I hit 'print' and the blasted machine did the same fucking thing again to the footer.
I was overdue my coffee break anyway, so walked out of the room in silence but at speed, and bumped into the door on my way out. Down in the canteen, Helen and Maitronya were sitting at a table; they were talking about troubles one of them was having with an assignment, so I guessed we'd, in a way, be kindred spirits. I got a coffee from the machine, sat down with them and said "I've had enough". I explained the trouble I was having to them, and Helen reckoned it was probably a fault with my machine, in which case I should switch to another machine. I thought it might be a fault on my disk; Helen reckoned, if it was, Joan'd let me have a new disk. Because the work I'd already done tonight was saved on the disk, not the hard drive, the prospect of having to go back to the beginning with less than half the class left made me not a happy bunny.
Back in the classroom I logged onto the spare machine next to mine, put my disk in, did the assignment again, hit Print and prayed. It came out fine - thank you, Selene, thank you, thank you, thank you - and I had no problems for the rest of the class, getting two and two-thirds of the three mock exam assignments done, though I was a little annoyed because I'd surely have completed a full house if it hadn't been for the snafu earlier, and because I had a strong feeling that in my frustration at the time I'd made a bit of an arse of myself.
'Night all.
In 1994 I had a root canal filling in the tooth I'd now damaged. Because of that, the dentist didn't like to put any more amalgam filling in that tooth and suggested a white filling, which would be stronger anyway. I readily agreed, and he did the filling there and then; because of the root canal filling, he didn't have to do an injection, it was totally painless. The filling cost £75 - ouch - but, on the bright side, while he was preparing to do the filling he and the nurse talked and agreed that they didn't see any need for a scale and polish, and indeed that I could go back to six-monthly scale-and-polishes. So that's £30 saved, and I don't have to go back till March.
As my mother was doing a mayoral function at Explosion this evening, and my college is on the way there, I was dropped off at night school in the Mayoral car. We did mock-exam assignments this week; I was doing fine until I printed one of the documents and the computer put all the characters in the footer on top of each other, so all I got in the footer was a big black blob. I tried to put it right, but whenever I tried typing any text in the footer, or header, the computer did the same thing. I told Joan; she came over and investigated but couldn't fix the fault, and in the end she just stood around saying 'I don't know'. Maybe it was the open wallet surgery I'd had this afternoon, but stress got the better of me and I asked Joan whether that meant I'd have to call it a night. She, a little brusquely, said no; she closed the offending document and told me to start again in a new one. I did, and all went well...until I hit 'print' and the blasted machine did the same fucking thing again to the footer.
I was overdue my coffee break anyway, so walked out of the room in silence but at speed, and bumped into the door on my way out. Down in the canteen, Helen and Maitronya were sitting at a table; they were talking about troubles one of them was having with an assignment, so I guessed we'd, in a way, be kindred spirits. I got a coffee from the machine, sat down with them and said "I've had enough". I explained the trouble I was having to them, and Helen reckoned it was probably a fault with my machine, in which case I should switch to another machine. I thought it might be a fault on my disk; Helen reckoned, if it was, Joan'd let me have a new disk. Because the work I'd already done tonight was saved on the disk, not the hard drive, the prospect of having to go back to the beginning with less than half the class left made me not a happy bunny.
Back in the classroom I logged onto the spare machine next to mine, put my disk in, did the assignment again, hit Print and prayed. It came out fine - thank you, Selene, thank you, thank you, thank you - and I had no problems for the rest of the class, getting two and two-thirds of the three mock exam assignments done, though I was a little annoyed because I'd surely have completed a full house if it hadn't been for the snafu earlier, and because I had a strong feeling that in my frustration at the time I'd made a bit of an arse of myself.
'Night all.
