Dentally Incorrect

Dentally Incorrect  

Same Old Year, Same Old Goals


My dear enduring associates,

Well, here we are again. The calendar insists on flipping. I sat down to pen this employee letter and had hoped some vague sense of optimism or excitement might take possession of my mind, or that the gummy I ate off the table in the break room would heighten my spirits, so to speak. Wish I could say yes, but I can’t; I’m fairly confident it was just a watermelon Sour Patch Kid.

So, let’s get on with it: It’s 2024 and as we trudge into the haze of the next three hundred and some-odd days, the drills will whir and the chairs will creak, and this never-changing plotline of dentistry will refuse to further evolve.

If this year is a good year (which I doubt), we might have a few things to look forward to.

And if not, we have a few things to reflect on that were, God willing, mere cosmic accidents outside of our control— though I did ask the local community college to send out one of their undergrad archeology students to see if maybe we just built this practice on an Indian burial mound like the one in Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. That incident with the raccoon chasing Audra across the parking lot had to have been a fluke. She says she didn’t have string cheese in her pocket, but come on—when has that ever been true? Ringo the Possibly Rabid Raccoon might still be out there, so if you use the side exit, go with a buddy or grab the stick leaning against the wall for protection.

The strip club opening up across the street was this past year’s biggest obstacle to overcome, both in the fact that we lost half our front desk to it and that most of our patients with children abandoned us. But on the literal bright side, the lights at the Jiggle Joint are cheerful and sort of fun to look at.

Then there was that time in the break room when we were all watching the news report about a delivery truck going into the river. I said something like, “With our luck, that truck had all our upgrades to the employee bathroom.” I’ve learned not to say things like that anymore. Update on that: The city sent out divers to make sure there was nothing hazardous in all those packages. Our new toilet is home to a family of catfish.

I watched a short video once on YouTube about how to better inspire employees and it said to always end on a positive note. I think the fish having a new house covers that.

Thanks for not quitting,
Dr. Smith


Humor with bite


Dentally Incorrect


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