So, as I’ve blogged about before, I have terrible eyesight. My very exciting eye doctor appointment was last Tuesday! WOOHOO! So, here are some things I learned:
1. The EYE DOCTOR should have a very large and clear sign outside their building. Because it was dark and raining and on a road that had a ton of office buildings. And guess what? I couldn’t figure out which building it was.
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| Oh yeah, that's totally clear. |
Also, when you walk into a building, the address should be CLEARLY labeled somewhere. Because I walked into the wrong building. And I didn’t know that because the address wasn’t ANYWHERE. So I found a suite where there was a woman behind a desk, so I proceeded to try to open the glass doors, but they were locked. Holy embarrassing. Two businessmen came out and asked if they could help me, and I had to ask what building I was in. Cringe. Oh, and by the time I got to the right building, I was late. And I hate being late. Because I’m crazy.
2. Fancy private eye doctors are no better than Walmart. Seriously. I hadn’t been to a real eye doc since I was a kid, so I guess I didn’t really remember that its all the EXACT same thing. I read some letters, they did the whole “is this better, or this?” and they told me my prescription hasn’t changed. Bam! The homeless guy standing outside of my work could do that. Except they charged twice as much. So, there’s that.
Also, they don’t make the letters big enough. Honestly, without my glasses on, I couldn’t even see there was a letter there. At first it looked like this:
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| Seriously, WTF is that? |
So they had to let me use my glasses to see anything at all.
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| Oh, I see. Assholes. |
3. Holy shit is it hard to pick out glasses by yourself. So even though my prescription didn’t change, my current lenses are chipped and awful, so I needed new glasses. The consultant they had was nice and helpful, but there are SO MANY glasses. Seriously. My head was spinning.
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| Too retro |
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| Too round |
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| Too square |
Ad nauseum.
Unfortunately, the first three frames I narrowed it down to were WAY too expensive, so I made her find me two cheaper pairs. They were very similar - one brown and one black. Easy right?
Nope.
After agonizing over this decision (I’m poor, I’m not buying glasses again in a looong time), I finally went with the black ones
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| Once you go black... |
And then I went home and immediately second guessed myself.
They take a week or so to come in, and I’m anxiously waiting, because A) I want them and B) I’m not great at describing them. They're black and retangularish. But I did look at someone and realize they had pretty exactly the glasses. Who want that, you ask?
Boyfriend.
Someone please tell me matching glasses are cute.
