A Friendly Reminder of Impending Doom

So in the last couple of days I've applied for another 4 jobs. Two of these jobs are ones that I've really been hoping for. Well just a few minutes ago my phone rings and a number that I don't recognize shows up on caller ID. Immediately I go into panic mode and of course I don't answer the phone, letting it go to voicemail....I'll call back my future employer. I check the voicemail and alas, it is not my future employer...it is my dentist reminding me that I have to get a cavity filled at 8:00 tomorrow morning. How rude! I hate the dentist.... At least Neil Gaiman is kind enough to reward me with gifts for sitting through the torture of drilling in my mouth. I just hope that the kind people at the bookstore checkout do not wish to have a conversation with me as I will probably drool on the counter as my mouth will still be numbed with Novocaine...