Thursday #85 – I headed into work this Thursday hoping for one of my usual quiet Thursdays having called in sick on Wednesday with tonsillitis. No such luck as I opened up the appointment book and saw 94% next to my name – indicating a mere 6% of my day could be spent bludging. I was less than enthused.
Also not helping matters was the fact that among my 13 patients – 4 of them were people I'd already seen coming back for more! There were 2 I had asked to come back for a follow up, and they were in and out in a flash, but the other 2 coming in for retests were not doing so at my request!
The First Retest Lady was whinging about her new glasses and nothing that really seemed like it was my problem – she wasn't happy with the frames, the lenses were too thick and she felt like she needed to tilt the glasses to see clearly. All this sounds very much like something the dispensers could have dealt with and left me right out of it. After offering to change the prescription (all I can really do) she still seemed unhappy and wanted a refund. I can't help feeling she had changed her mind (like I had earlier in the week when I returned a dress I had owned for 4 days and not taken out of the bag - yes last week's spontaneous graduation purchase had backfired) and was coming up with a bunch of problems hoping we would just offer her a refund. That kinda screws us over though and in the end I have no idea what happened as I handed her back to The Dispenser Who Doesn't Quite Know My Name.
The Second Retest Man was one I had been briefed on a couple of weeks earlier by The Manager. She had made him sound like all kinds of trouble and the test actually went rather well. I'm not too sure he needed a retest at all – perhaps if The Manager hadn't shown him the wrong lenses and made him lose confidence in her this all could've been avoided.
DTM texted to say he was at The Mall studying in the library and could meet me for lunch. We ordered our food and sat down for about 10 minutes before he ditched me after deciding he wanted to go see Star Trek. He argued that this time would work better than the later one as this way he would be out of the movie well before 5pm to head to the library and then grab a lift home with me. At 3.30 I got another text from DTM saying he was on the bus home – ditched twice in one day and I'm pretty sure no studying actually took place.
When I got home I was pretty exhausted and DTM decided I needed cheering up – apparently this would be best achieved ordering Thai, grabbing some ciders and watching Super 8. While it wasn't my favourite movie ever, after seeing Spring Breakers on Saturday night, any movie where the cast are wearing more than just bikinis looks like a masterpiece.
After a few ciders watching the movie, I got a semi early night and left DTM to watch Movie 43 on his own. I'd seen the opening 15 minutes or so and that was more than enough. Hugh Jackman with testicles on his neck and Naomi Watts making out with her son – it might have been worse than Spring Breakers if I could bear to sit through it.
Not the best Thursday but ciders always help.
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