Now, since I stopped smoking before the holiday season was upon us, I don't think that qualifies as a resolution, but I did stop smoking and that's something. I say "stopped" smoking because "quit" implies permanence, and I've stopped smoking before and we've all seen how that worked out. I'll let you know whether or not I've quit when I die.
When we moved here, I started working at Best Buy again as something to do until I found something better. However, once I had the job, I immediately fell into complacency about work and then stopped looking for better work. So by the end of this year, I resolve to be making at least 50% more than I am currently making. Gotta pay them bills after all!
Finally, I decided I would stop taking my health for granted. I pay a not-so-tiny amount out of every paycheck for health, dental, and vision insurance and I never go to any of the appropriate doctors to take advantage of said services. That ends this year. I got sick with some strain of flu (I'm calling it Death Flu) at the beginning of the year, so I went to the doctor, got medicine, and recovered much more quickly than I would have without the miracle of modern pharmaceuticals. I will be making an appointment with the dentist in April (after I have changed my dental plan to the more comprehensive coverage cause I'm gonna need a lot of work) and will go to the dentist for the first time in roughly 18 years. As for the vision, well, I went to the eye doctor already and I believe that deserves its own paragraph because I would like to go into detail about the experience.
So....
Joanna told me a few weeks ago that she wanted to go to the eye doctor and get her eyes done so she could get a new prescription for her contacts while we were still on this year and then get a new pair of glasses against next year's premium or whatever. This was right about the same time that I started noticing that I was having difficulty reading the smaller numbers on the higher TV tags along the wall there at work, so I printed off all the pertinent information, handed it to Joanna and asked her that if when she made her appointment, could she make one for me as well. So I went to the eye doctor for the first time since I was a kid. I got there and filled out all those wonderful "first time patient" forms, and then proceeded to get my preliminary exams done by Adam. Adam looked like he was about 16 years old, and it was actually a little off-putting to have my exam done by one so young, but he knew how to use all the fancy machines and I don't, so he won that round. Then it was on to the actual doctor. Doctor Lady Person told me that though I do have really good vision, it looks like my eyes are having some problems with seeing things that are farther away and she detected an astigmatism that could account for my dizzy spells, and the fact that sometimes things look just a little off. The glasses she prescribed are more for allowing my eyes to keep from working so hard (thus hopefully eliminating random headaches) and improving my over-all quality of vision back to what it should be. So far, so good, but now it's time to pick out my very first pair of glasses! Now, their selection was not exactly bountiful, but whatever, I didn't figure on making a fashion statement with these, I just want to have something that helps me. I go over to the cases where they keep the men's frames, the office worker person shows me how to open the drawer, and walks away to let me pick out my new glasses. I may not be the best person in the world to give advice on how one should give the best customer service, but I do know if someone has absolutely no idea what they're doing, you might want to hang out and give them a hand. I picked out the frames that I liked, handed them to Little Miss Not Helpful at All and told her, "I guess I'll take these". She told me that she would send them off to the lab and they should be ready in 7 to 10 business days but with the holiday, it might be closer to 10. Fair enough, Lens Crafters could have them to me in an hour, and they would probably have helped me pick them out, but whatever. So being the kind of person that I am, I called them on the seventh business day as a follow-up. The unhelpful office shrew answers the phone and when I ask her about my glasses she says (in a manner that made me almost feel bad for bothering her) "It will take 10 to 14 business days for them to be finished and we will call you when they get here". Wow. Really? You're gonna act like I'm hassling you about something that there is really no excuse for taking so long? You madam, are a bitch. So I give it a few more days and give them a call on business day number 11. Adam answers the phone. I asked him if my glasses have come in and he says he just walked in the door but he will look for them if I can hold. I can hold, so I say that's fine and he's back on the phone in 30 seconds and says that they did indeed come in first thing that morning. This call took place at 2:30 in the afternoon. Guess who had been working that morning when they came in and did not call? Anyway, I put my glasses on and Shrew tells me not to where them while driving for the first few days as they will take some getting used to, but to otherwise enjoy! "I DON"T KNOW HOW THESE FUCKING THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO FIT WOMAN!!!!" All the help you're going to offer me is "Don't where them while driving"? At this point I was so furious about the complete and total lack of customer service that I just took my glasses and left. Now that I've had them on a few days, I have a better idea of how I want them to fit but the thought of going back there and trying to get Shrew to adjust them is actually causing me anxiety. Ugh. But anyway, here's some pictures:
Here I am!
Now when I ponder things, I look way more intelligent.
Once I realized that the ear pieces of the glasses were just making the hair around my ears look even shaggier, I decided it was haircut time. Since I am broke, that meant it was time to bust out the clippers!
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