So I got contact lenses yesterday, which turned out to be a much bigger ordeal than it should have been. My appointment was for 8:00am, right when the place opened, and I got there at about 7:45. With a Jamba Juice next door, I grabbed an oh-so-delicious breakfast smoothie and sat in my car reading a magazine while I waited for the place to open. When I got out of the car to go inside, I locked the door (force of habit), not realizing at the moment that my keys were in the ignition.
After some amount of trial and error, not to mention the expert tutelage of the girl who was the optometrist's equivalent of a dental hygienist, I managed to get the lenses installed (is that the correct term?) and finished up my business. It was about 8:30 by this point, and my chief concern was that my Orange Refresher had been in the car for about a half hour and would no doubt be partially melted. I walked outside to discover my car doors locked and my keys sort of nonchalantly hanging out in the ignition, as if that were precisely where they ought to be at that point.
Undaunted, I reached underneath the driver's side door for the little magnetic key-holding apparatus I had purchased for just such an occasion. But apparently, sometime over the past few months, the magnet had decided to stop functioning, because the apparatus (with my spare key inside) was nowhere to be found.
Acquiring a phonebook, I made a few calls to try to find a locksmith in the area, and settled on a gentleman who quoted me $35 for the service call, plus labor. It sounded reasonable enough - I was assuming the total cost would be between $50 and $60, which is what I was used to paying for this sort of thing. He told me he would be there within 10 minutes, which actually turned out to be more like 25. When he arrived, he walked around the car a couple of times, and then pronounced that it would cost me $75 to get the car open, as well as the $35 for the service call.
I asked if he was fucking serious, and unfortunately he told me that he was. I told him that the price was outrageous, and that he should've given me the total rate over the phone, since he already knew what kind of car he was going to be dealing with. He then offered to do it for $50 in cash, which did little more than make me think that he was just trying to screw me over with the price that he had quoted initially. I probably would've taken him up on his offer, but due to the fraudulent debit card charges I referenced in my previous entry, nearly all of the extra money I had was tied up in dealing with that nonsense.
I thanked the guy for his time, resiting the urge to call him a cocksucker, and went back inside. As I started to pore through the Yellow Pages again, one of the ladies in the office walked over and handed me her AAA card. She told me that she never used it anyway, and that if she was going to be paying for it, someone might as well reap the benefits. I was tempted to vault over the counter and give her big ass a hug, but I didn't want to run the risk of her rescinding her offer.
30 minutes later, my car was unlocked, and the folks at Jamba Juice were nice enough to take pity on my situation and replace my breakfast smoothie.
I've spent the rest of the weekend trying to get used to these damned contacts. My eyes keep focusing and unfocusing, and after a couple of hours they start to become sore, which makes me want to lie down and take a nap, and trying to play videogames or watch TV typically results in a headache. I'm also about 95 percent sure that they're not as strong as my eyeglasses, as my eyes constantly feel like they're straining to see things that I had no trouble seeing before. I'm hoping this is all part of the adjustment period, because I like not having to bother with glasses, but I also like being able to see clearly, instead of intermittently having things go fuzzy, as though I'm watching a channel with a poor reception.
I may very well have a high-end video camera at my disposal in the coming weeks. This is exciting. I wanna shoot something, just not sure what.
After some amount of trial and error, not to mention the expert tutelage of the girl who was the optometrist's equivalent of a dental hygienist, I managed to get the lenses installed (is that the correct term?) and finished up my business. It was about 8:30 by this point, and my chief concern was that my Orange Refresher had been in the car for about a half hour and would no doubt be partially melted. I walked outside to discover my car doors locked and my keys sort of nonchalantly hanging out in the ignition, as if that were precisely where they ought to be at that point.
Undaunted, I reached underneath the driver's side door for the little magnetic key-holding apparatus I had purchased for just such an occasion. But apparently, sometime over the past few months, the magnet had decided to stop functioning, because the apparatus (with my spare key inside) was nowhere to be found.
Acquiring a phonebook, I made a few calls to try to find a locksmith in the area, and settled on a gentleman who quoted me $35 for the service call, plus labor. It sounded reasonable enough - I was assuming the total cost would be between $50 and $60, which is what I was used to paying for this sort of thing. He told me he would be there within 10 minutes, which actually turned out to be more like 25. When he arrived, he walked around the car a couple of times, and then pronounced that it would cost me $75 to get the car open, as well as the $35 for the service call.
I asked if he was fucking serious, and unfortunately he told me that he was. I told him that the price was outrageous, and that he should've given me the total rate over the phone, since he already knew what kind of car he was going to be dealing with. He then offered to do it for $50 in cash, which did little more than make me think that he was just trying to screw me over with the price that he had quoted initially. I probably would've taken him up on his offer, but due to the fraudulent debit card charges I referenced in my previous entry, nearly all of the extra money I had was tied up in dealing with that nonsense.
I thanked the guy for his time, resiting the urge to call him a cocksucker, and went back inside. As I started to pore through the Yellow Pages again, one of the ladies in the office walked over and handed me her AAA card. She told me that she never used it anyway, and that if she was going to be paying for it, someone might as well reap the benefits. I was tempted to vault over the counter and give her big ass a hug, but I didn't want to run the risk of her rescinding her offer.
30 minutes later, my car was unlocked, and the folks at Jamba Juice were nice enough to take pity on my situation and replace my breakfast smoothie.
I've spent the rest of the weekend trying to get used to these damned contacts. My eyes keep focusing and unfocusing, and after a couple of hours they start to become sore, which makes me want to lie down and take a nap, and trying to play videogames or watch TV typically results in a headache. I'm also about 95 percent sure that they're not as strong as my eyeglasses, as my eyes constantly feel like they're straining to see things that I had no trouble seeing before. I'm hoping this is all part of the adjustment period, because I like not having to bother with glasses, but I also like being able to see clearly, instead of intermittently having things go fuzzy, as though I'm watching a channel with a poor reception.
I may very well have a high-end video camera at my disposal in the coming weeks. This is exciting. I wanna shoot something, just not sure what.
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drusylla:
I've been wanting to get a Gir tattoo as well. I already know how I want it 
Maybe we should go get them done at the same time! 
Maybe we should go get them done at the same time!
drusylla:
Mine is going to be robot Gir holding a pink cupcake with the SG logo on the top.