Bad Eyes, Bad Eye Doctors

I decided, after much squinting, brow-furrowing, head pain and frequent/furious blinking (and when I was running out of contacts) that I needed to go to the eye doctor for a little update. After some searching on yelp, I found a place near-ish work called Embassy Opticians. Scheduled an appointment, got psyched. I love getting new glasses. I went to the eye place about three weeks ago, had a good visit with the doctor, was prescribed reading/computer glasses to wear over my contacts, switched to "biofinity" contacts (which are great and super squishy) and got excited for my frames to come back.

Oh friends, I thought it would be so simple. How wrong I was. When I went to pick up my distance glasses and contacts (three days later than they said they would be ready), I basically tried them on, determined they were good and left the store. For some reason I didn't notice that the frames were all wonky and one side was a different shape (!?) than the other. Next morning I go back, they say they'll fix them, but they have to order new lenses. Meanwhile, by the way, they are calling me sweetheart, doll-face, honey, you name it. It's the creepiest thing in the world. I was also getting complimented on my excellent bone structure and all around style/beauty. Gee thanks, now give me the glasses.

ANYWAY. The lenses finally came in (please keep in mind that I'm still waiting for my reading/computer glasses, which are supposedly on the way. hm) and I took my glasses over this morning. Adding to the confusion is the presence of the regional manager who seems to be a reasonable man, not inclined to overly effusive compliments and strangely personal monikers, and apparently concerned (as was I!) about the frame situation. This other guy, Don, tells me not to worry about it, he'll fix it right up "honey" and that the regional manager doesn't know anything (uuuuuh??). Fixing the frames and lenses was only supposed to take 15 minutes, so I decided to wait. 10 minutes later, Don comes out of the office and says childishly, "Now you're not gonna like Don anymore!" "Why?" said I. "I broke the frames," said he.

"WHAT THE LASKDJFLAWKEHGSLADKFJASOIGUASEOIRUQ@#$^)(#*$RALSDV XLCVASLDTHASEFASDH," said I (silently, in my head).

Out loud: "........."

Not to worry though friends, don't be alarmed! There is no cause for concern! Don will be picking out frames from their selection that will both fit the lenses they already have AND be "as delicate and beautiful" as I. They cannot confirm that they will be ready in a week, which is when I will need them for sure (I'm not travelling out of town without my glasses!).

Let's recap, shall we? Here's where I am:

1) Out $750
2) With lovely advanced contacts (not even this place could screw up that order, thank goodness)
3) No distance glasses
4) No reading/computer glasses (and no estimate as to when they will arrive)
5) STILL NO PRESCRIPTION (no matter how many times I ask it never seems to be ready)
5) No guarantee that I will be receiving a quality product for which I paid BIG BUCKS
6) Newly doubtful that I even need reading/computer glasses, and thinking I may have been duped into an unnecessary purchase

Going back tonight after work for round, what is it now, 6? 7? Prepared to take them to the mattresses if I must. Though they may think I'm a sweet, pretty, naive young girl, they will soon be made aware of the steely tiger bitch I only bring out for special occasions. I'll keep you appraised of my progress.

Steely Tiger Bitch