Tuesday night follies.
Sep. 22nd, 2009 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeyI like my eye doctor. I do not like her office staff. For the past two years, I've gotten frantic phone calls from the desk ditz needing to reschedule me for one reason or another. Today I got a phone call around lunch time confirming that I got the post card and was coming in at 4:30. At 3:55 my cell phone rings and the new desk ditz asks if I could push my appointment back to 5:45 because the current appointment had her kid along and could they squeeze her in in my place. Not just no, hell no. I explained that I had a class and had to be done and out the door at 6 PM.
I arrived on time. I didn't get out of there until 6:45, because the new desk ditz insisted on showing me more frames I didn't like when I'd already picked a pair. Dude, they're READERS, 'kay? I don't care what they look like, they just have to be light and comfortable, and to be frank I'd be perfectly happy if you mounted new lenses in the old ones instead of insisting I need a new pair since "they're covered." And then there was the dawdling over figuring out how much they were going to be and what my copay is.
I really want to hit something with sticks, only it's not a drum. It's about 26 years old and dim and works for my eye doctor and made me miss taiko, dammit.
One member of the We Promise Not To Suck Committee wrote back to me, more or less to tell me that time-slot-issues were Not Her Job and she is leaving it to the person whose job it is to get back to me (which 24 hours later has yet to happen). Said WPNTSC member did hear reports of my disturbances of the peace in Caid this weekend past and opined that "Perhaps the class should be held elsewhere than the Arts Area? I'm not sure where one can take a group of eager beginning drummers, but the park is large." Yes, yes it is and if I have to shlep drums all the way across it to a spot where students cannot find the class that already has conflicting time information and a published venue in the Holy Gate Book, I am not going to be amused. I sure as hell am NOT rowing out to an island in the middle of the lake either.
Madam I Want To Throw A Japanese Party For The Anime Watching, Pocky Eating, Hello Kitty Hugging Youth Of The Known World informs me that we met at the Artisan's Display at Estrella if I'm the Lady Who Makes Drums Out Of Strapping Tape anMy d Had All The Cool Japanese Stuff. (I met a lot of people there. I've slept since then. I do not remember her.) Bases have been touched, my Rising Sun Land Shogun has been warned. Help has been offered.
I arrived on time. I didn't get out of there until 6:45, because the new desk ditz insisted on showing me more frames I didn't like when I'd already picked a pair. Dude, they're READERS, 'kay? I don't care what they look like, they just have to be light and comfortable, and to be frank I'd be perfectly happy if you mounted new lenses in the old ones instead of insisting I need a new pair since "they're covered." And then there was the dawdling over figuring out how much they were going to be and what my copay is.
I really want to hit something with sticks, only it's not a drum. It's about 26 years old and dim and works for my eye doctor and made me miss taiko, dammit.
One member of the We Promise Not To Suck Committee wrote back to me, more or less to tell me that time-slot-issues were Not Her Job and she is leaving it to the person whose job it is to get back to me (which 24 hours later has yet to happen). Said WPNTSC member did hear reports of my disturbances of the peace in Caid this weekend past and opined that "Perhaps the class should be held elsewhere than the Arts Area? I'm not sure where one can take a group of eager beginning drummers, but the park is large." Yes, yes it is and if I have to shlep drums all the way across it to a spot where students cannot find the class that already has conflicting time information and a published venue in the Holy Gate Book, I am not going to be amused. I sure as hell am NOT rowing out to an island in the middle of the lake either.
Madam I Want To Throw A Japanese Party For The Anime Watching, Pocky Eating, Hello Kitty Hugging Youth Of The Known World informs me that we met at the Artisan's Display at Estrella if I'm the Lady Who Makes Drums Out Of Strapping Tape anMy d Had All The Cool Japanese Stuff. (I met a lot of people there. I've slept since then. I do not remember her.) Bases have been touched, my Rising Sun Land Shogun has been warned. Help has been offered.
