My Day So Far
Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 01:33pmMy day so far, in case you care - I went to the eye doctor, which is always an adventure. My doctor is located in a strip mall and she’s batshit crazy.
The people that work for her know it, her patients know it, the whole town knows it. It’s why I like her. She moves at a million miles an hour, is constantly running late, and is terribly, unreasonably excited to see you each and every time you come in. (Weird story - when the geekboy and I were househunting, we looked at this one townhouse and we saw her wedding photo on the coffee table. Apparently it was her ex-husband’s house. My realtor was all, “That woman is cuckoo.” I was all, “I know, I love her.”) While I waited for her to see me, the new guy she hired brushed up against her as he moved around behind the counter. She shouted, “Don’t ever rub up against a single 48-year-old woman! We’re oversexed enough as it is! You’re putting yourself in danger!” I’m sure the sexual harassment suit is going to be a great read.
She also knows how to work insurance like a mothereffer and never tries to upsell you. I told her I needed to get different contacts, plus I wanted to get a new pair of prescription sunglasses, and asked her what my best bet would be in terms of what my insurance plan offers. She immediately figured out the best way to do it, and I think she gave me a sale price on frames that weren’t on sale. She rawks.
Her other assistant is very friendly and chatty, with a pretty French accent. I told her I was going on vacation and hoped my contacts would come in tomorrow so the geekboy could pick them up for me. She asked where I was going and I said, “Oh, nowhere fancy, just Canada.” She said, “I love Canada, where are you going?” I told her the name of Maggie and Jeremy’s town and she cried, “I used to go there every summer to the lake, it is the most beautiful area in all of Canada, how dare you say you aren’t going anywhere fancy, I would love to go back there!” Then her eyes filled up with tears because her sister used to live there, but apparently her sister died.
HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT? I asked her if she wanted to come with us; that we totally had room in the car. She laughed.
After that, I went to my folks and cleaned the pool, which was easy. I also laid on the floor and talked to the cat, who was hiding under the bed. She wouldn’t come out, but she meowed enough for me to understand that she misses my mom, dad and brother. On the way out, I noticed their scale in the bedroom and decided to weigh myself. I have no idea why I thought that would be fun. I’m PMSing and not in optimum condition to be weighing myself. Also, they have had the same scale since I was, like, 19. Suffice it to say that the weigh-in was by no means a pleasant experience.
Also? It is HOT AS BALLS outside.
Melonie on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 1:52 pm
Way cool eye doctor visit
I love it when doctors actually do one step more for you than they’re so called job.
My kids started back to school today(wooo hoo)!
I have been on the phone all morning to set up a dr. appointment for me and the school bus schedule for my son and even paid a few bills.
I am so ready for Friday to be here(lol)even though my week just began to get busy.
Our weather is overcast and low 80’s today (actually all week is supposed to be that way).
Later! ~MEL
Rona on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 2:28 pm
What a cool doctor! And how amazing that the assistant knew the town you were visiting. I’m not sure what I would’ve said, either.
Here’s the highlight of my day. After jumping on a packed elevator at lunchtime, I stepped off in the lobby, felt a breeze, reached back with my hand, and realized MY SKIRT WAS TUCKED INTO MY THONG. I started frantically reaching to find the end, and at that point was against the wall, and at the same time some nice girl was trying to give me the heads up.
I’ll be dying a thousand deaths for the rest of the day. The only saving grace is that I didn’t know anyone on the elevator.
freakgirl on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 2:36 pm
Rona, OH MY GOD.
If it were me, though, I’d have no reason to be embarrassed, as everyone would be DEAD FROM THE SIGHT OF ME WEARING A THONG.
Jamie on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 6:06 pm
Either your eye doctor is [name of doctor removed to protect the crazy], or they’re just all like that. Because I swear you have just described my eye doctor perfectly.
freakgirl on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 6:33 pm
Jamie. I just fell off the couch. That’s my eye doctor. I removed her name in your comment, though, just for safety’s sake.
Where do you live?
Marta on Tuesday, August 07, 2007 at 11:48 pm
oh oh I wanna know where you’re going! It must be somewhere in BC, cause the rest of Canada pales in comparison.. Hmm.. Somewhere in the Okanagan? Kelowna?
freakgirl on Wednesday, August 08, 2007 at 8:16 am
Not BC. I don’t want to say exactly where, in order to keep Maggie and Jeremy’s privacy. Sorry.
Jamie on Thursday, August 09, 2007 at 8:06 am
Haha! I KNEW that sounded just like her. Especially when you said how she’s always unreasonably happy to see you. I’ve been going to her for years! I live in Manville now but I grew up in South Bound Brook, so where she is is pretty convenient.
Did you happen to go to her before her divorce? She was about 100 pounds heavier, which is weird to think of considering her energy level!
freakgirl on Friday, August 10, 2007 at 6:01 pm
100 pounds heavier? Wow. I only started going to her about a year or two ago.
Maybe we’ll run into each other there sometime!
Jamie on Sunday, August 12, 2007 at 4:41 pm
Oh yes, she was a big rotund BALL of crazy back in the day. But I’ve been going there since middle school at least.