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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:53 pmMan alive, I'm glad people enjoy their jobs but could they stop enjoying them all over me?
In preparation for the interview next Friday I got a haircut today, which was fine, and then Bernard and I had our eyes examined, because it'd been four years for me and he's been whining that his glasses don't help. Of course, he lives in a fantasy world where glasses are a magical talisman and you only have to have them on a shelf in your room somewhere for them to help with your eyestrain.
He is also on a lot of drugs for his Crohn's and needs to get his eyes checked thoroughly and regularly since the drugs can affect his eyesight. He's on Mum's insurance, so that isn't a huge deal; the extra cost of a dilation is covered. Because I was paying out of pocket and I loathe things touching my eyes, I decided not to dilate, which made Bernard very bitter. I take my victories where I can find them.
Mum had offered to help me pay for new glasses, since mine are serviceable but worn, so we went next door to the Lenscrafters and were immediately assaulted by the sales clerk, who made the whole process last about half an hour longer than necessary by insisting on selecting frames for me instead of letting me browse and refusing to tell me the cost of anything until I'd picked a set of frames. I would have left, but the family was there and they hate it when I demand a standard of service, because none of them ever do.
*sighs*
Anyway, I finally managed to get her to leave me alone for a little while, and I picked out a new pair of squarish silver frames that make me look vaguely clerklike. They're nice, and I'll pick them up on Wednesday or Thursday. When they say "glasses in about an hour" they mean "unless you have anything remotely approaching an unusual lens shape in which case it will be five days". This stretches the definition of "about" a little, but there's nothing to be done, so Thursday it is.
I watched a bootleg of the new Omen film today. Julia Stiles used to know how to act; I'm not sure what happened. Thewlis (who looked weirdly young, as though PoA funded some major plastic surgery) was decent but unremarkable except for being the only person actually, you know, emoting at all in the film. The script managed to recreate the slow pace of the original by basically doing nothing new while totally eviscerating most of the emotional content. This made for a very boring viewing experience. I've already seen The Omen; if all they're going to do is add cellular telephones and a digital camera, at the expense of actual acting talent, I don't need to pay for a remake.
In preparation for the interview next Friday I got a haircut today, which was fine, and then Bernard and I had our eyes examined, because it'd been four years for me and he's been whining that his glasses don't help. Of course, he lives in a fantasy world where glasses are a magical talisman and you only have to have them on a shelf in your room somewhere for them to help with your eyestrain.
He is also on a lot of drugs for his Crohn's and needs to get his eyes checked thoroughly and regularly since the drugs can affect his eyesight. He's on Mum's insurance, so that isn't a huge deal; the extra cost of a dilation is covered. Because I was paying out of pocket and I loathe things touching my eyes, I decided not to dilate, which made Bernard very bitter. I take my victories where I can find them.
Mum had offered to help me pay for new glasses, since mine are serviceable but worn, so we went next door to the Lenscrafters and were immediately assaulted by the sales clerk, who made the whole process last about half an hour longer than necessary by insisting on selecting frames for me instead of letting me browse and refusing to tell me the cost of anything until I'd picked a set of frames. I would have left, but the family was there and they hate it when I demand a standard of service, because none of them ever do.
*sighs*
Anyway, I finally managed to get her to leave me alone for a little while, and I picked out a new pair of squarish silver frames that make me look vaguely clerklike. They're nice, and I'll pick them up on Wednesday or Thursday. When they say "glasses in about an hour" they mean "unless you have anything remotely approaching an unusual lens shape in which case it will be five days". This stretches the definition of "about" a little, but there's nothing to be done, so Thursday it is.
I watched a bootleg of the new Omen film today. Julia Stiles used to know how to act; I'm not sure what happened. Thewlis (who looked weirdly young, as though PoA funded some major plastic surgery) was decent but unremarkable except for being the only person actually, you know, emoting at all in the film. The script managed to recreate the slow pace of the original by basically doing nothing new while totally eviscerating most of the emotional content. This made for a very boring viewing experience. I've already seen The Omen; if all they're going to do is add cellular telephones and a digital camera, at the expense of actual acting talent, I don't need to pay for a remake.
