Weekend after Independence Day usually sees the Consulate officers flying off to different exotic regions to take part and enjoy fun colorful local Fil-com celebrations, like those in...
Wagga Wagga...
Dubbo...
Penrith...
...and, ah, my neighborhood dental association
Yes, as you can see from the back of my head POV, my honor this June was to deliver a leadership talk at the symposium of a newly-formed group of dentists which...sure. I mean, ok, the program called for talks on diversity and arts and even protocol and litigation, but for the life of me I wasn't sure how I could open up about periodontics, endodontics or anything else dontic.
it was like pulling teeth
But I was a brave little boy and respectfully faced the good doctors and spoke the best that I could and, honestly, the whole event was pretty cool and interesting and everyone was fun and friendly
although I could still feel them silently judging my oral hygiene
And at the end of every speech, they gave each speaker a special commemorative souvenir.
And do you know why the commemorative souvenir was a necklace?
BECAUSE DENTISTS WOULDN'T GIVE A SPEAKER..PLAQUE!
Thank you, thank you very much. I'm here every six months.
trust me, Sydney dental dad-jokes don't get any better than this
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