I decided that the headaches and fuzzy vision weren't worth the convenience of not having to wear glasses, so I took the contacts out and scheduled a follow-up visit. The doctor decided that the prescription wasn't strong enough (no shit) and ordered a pair of trial lenses for me with a new prescription. When those arrive, I'll wear them for a few days and see how those work out. So for the time being, I am once again bespectacled.
I'm not looking forward to the first part of this week. Monday night is our annual "Midnight Madden-ness," wherein we keep the store open until 1am and cater to the droves of people that continue be obsessed with the "Madden NFL Football" franchise, regardless of the fact that the games have spent the past several years steadily declining in quality. Dave and I are both working the event, which includes a tournament and some prize giveaways, and then I have to be back to open the store again the following morning. Ask me how thrilled I am about that.
But on Wednesday, Mia flies into town, and she'll be here for the better part of a week. Thanks to her soon-to-be-ex-husband's ridiculous inferiority complex and jealousy issues (he had a severe issue with the fact that she and I dated like six years ago), our friendship had been reduced to talking on the phone once or twice a week while she was at work, and not much else. I saw her exactly twice after she got married - once, when I met up with her on the IUPUI campus so that she could procure for me a copy of Windows Vista, and once just before I left Indiana, when she came to hang out at Jughead's with Dave, Andy, and myself.
Anyway. She's never been out west before, and I don't get a lot of company from back east (you cocksuckers), so I'm looking forward to getting to hang out with an old friend and relax for a few days. And then, the weekend after she flies back, I'll be headed to Vegas for our sales conference, where I'll get to see the newly-promoted Captain Sleeve, as well as some other friends from the company. Not to mention the free games and swag that I'll acquire, thanks to the generosity of our vendors.
Shitty thing about Vegas is that, being a work function, I'm gonna have to cover my tattoos and take out my lip rings (or cover them, since taking them out is a giant pain in the balls). I know it's not that big of a deal, but it still irks me. We work in an industry that caters to a customer base filled with people who have tattoos, piercings, and other body mods, yet we can't display any of our own. We market ourselves as being more hip and stylish than the competition, the "Ultimate Games Destination," yet we're expected to keep our appearance conservative and professional. Give me a fucking break.
I'm trying to find a good window of time to visit Indiana. Once we start getting into the fourth quarter, it's going to be a lot more difficult to slip away from work for a few days. I'm currently eyeing the weekend following my birthday - we'll see how that pans out.
I'm not looking forward to the first part of this week. Monday night is our annual "Midnight Madden-ness," wherein we keep the store open until 1am and cater to the droves of people that continue be obsessed with the "Madden NFL Football" franchise, regardless of the fact that the games have spent the past several years steadily declining in quality. Dave and I are both working the event, which includes a tournament and some prize giveaways, and then I have to be back to open the store again the following morning. Ask me how thrilled I am about that.
But on Wednesday, Mia flies into town, and she'll be here for the better part of a week. Thanks to her soon-to-be-ex-husband's ridiculous inferiority complex and jealousy issues (he had a severe issue with the fact that she and I dated like six years ago), our friendship had been reduced to talking on the phone once or twice a week while she was at work, and not much else. I saw her exactly twice after she got married - once, when I met up with her on the IUPUI campus so that she could procure for me a copy of Windows Vista, and once just before I left Indiana, when she came to hang out at Jughead's with Dave, Andy, and myself.
Anyway. She's never been out west before, and I don't get a lot of company from back east (you cocksuckers), so I'm looking forward to getting to hang out with an old friend and relax for a few days. And then, the weekend after she flies back, I'll be headed to Vegas for our sales conference, where I'll get to see the newly-promoted Captain Sleeve, as well as some other friends from the company. Not to mention the free games and swag that I'll acquire, thanks to the generosity of our vendors.
Shitty thing about Vegas is that, being a work function, I'm gonna have to cover my tattoos and take out my lip rings (or cover them, since taking them out is a giant pain in the balls). I know it's not that big of a deal, but it still irks me. We work in an industry that caters to a customer base filled with people who have tattoos, piercings, and other body mods, yet we can't display any of our own. We market ourselves as being more hip and stylish than the competition, the "Ultimate Games Destination," yet we're expected to keep our appearance conservative and professional. Give me a fucking break.
I'm trying to find a good window of time to visit Indiana. Once we start getting into the fourth quarter, it's going to be a lot more difficult to slip away from work for a few days. I'm currently eyeing the weekend following my birthday - we'll see how that pans out.
dejah:
if it's red velvet cake, you're s.o.l. on me sharing.
dejah:
crap i should have just kept my mouth shut and waited til i got my red velvet cake. haha.