When my mom and I went in to see our optometrist, I was on the third day of a whopper of a cold, I felt like crap and I sounded like Linda Blair’s character when she was possessed in “The Exorcist” (“Your mother’s in here with us Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I’ll see that she gets it”).
Anyway, after all was said and done, I just needed a stronger prescription for my glasses. They told me it would take up to 10 days. I was already excited, because I spotted my favorite frames right away.
Fast forward to 10 days later. My voice is finally up to 95% and I want my damn glasses! I thought that I’d pick them up today and then complete the new look by going to the salon and getting a new hairdo. I hadn’t received a call from the optometrist’s office, so I called them this morning. This is how it went:
Me: Hi, I had an appointment on January 5th and ordered my glasses. I wanted to see if they were in yet.
Assistant: Did we call you?
Assistant: Then they’re not in yet. We’ll call you when they come in.
I bristled a bit. It was like looking for something in a store and asking an associate if they had that particular item, and they’d say, “If it’s not on the shelf, we don’t have it.” Only this was way more annoying. I decided that I was going to get a new hairdo anyway, so that’s what I did.
Usually when I go into a salon, I get outrageous. I go for an extreme haircut….well, extreme for me. This time, though, I wanted to keep my hair long, but I didn’t want to look like a crazy lady with split ends. My stylist was very helpful. I’m glad I asked for her advice, because she did a wonderful job. I’ll ask for her again. Now I want to complete my new look with my new damned glasses! Tick tock, people! I’ll have to wait until Tuesday for any word, because they’re closed on Mondays. Phooey! I know it’s not a huge problem, but I’m excited and maybe too eager.