I’ll be surprised if I have any friends, family or even a single person I know willing to still talk to me after this whole eye debacle is over.  I have been a grumpy, whining bitch and I know for a fact I am NO fun to be around at the moment, because *I* can’t even stand me right now.

Mostly, I’m just frustrated by the timing of the whole thing.  Given my lackluster (to put it VERY mildly) financial situation at the moment, all my energy needs to be focused on sitting my ass at my desk pounding the virtual pavement for new clients.  Instead, I’m back and forth to the clinic, the pharmacy, Lenscrafters, lying in bed with a headache or just trying to “reset” my eyes so I can try to wear the new glasses.  All of the aforementioned make focusing on work problematic at best and nearly-impossible at worst.  I’ve managed to do a few things here and there, but have not sat down and designed my new newsletter template nor written any content for it (though I’ll be borrowing from my blog – which itself needs an update – and already-written case study copy).

I placed my order and then picked up my glasses from Lenscrafters yesterday.  I had worn my contacts to try the frames on again and took them out shortly after I got home to try on the new glasses.  I felt like I was instantly high on some sort of drugs and was NOT into wearing them at all.  After Tracey left for work, I went to lie down for a little while and then put them on after a quick nap to try to “reset” the old eyeballs and brain, so perhaps the new glasses wouldn’t be so much like an acid trip.  I wore them for the rest of the evening and eventually was able to read the computer screen and look at things at a moderate distance across the room.  Walking around and such were a bit more disorienting, however.

I decided to try them again this morning and spent the first few hours after I got up wearing them.  I could still see OK as far as the computer screen goes, but the plastic frames kept slipping down the moment the skin on my nose produced any oil whatsoever.  I also felt like I had to keep pulling on one side for them to feel like they were straight on my face.  And, because of the narrower size of the lens area in the frames, I basically had to move my head back and forth just to view a couple of inches in either direction.  VERY annoying. 

I put my contacts in because I had registered for a Rich Dad seminar that was happening tonight, but I just couldn’t deal with driving out to Surrey during rush hour, so I’ll wait til they have another one.  I took them out and tried to put the new glasses on again.  I just couldn’t take it, so I put the old glasses back on and realized how much more comfortable they were and how much more of avisual field I have wearing them compared to the new glasses. Also, since the old pair have wire frames, I also notice how much less distracting the rims are compared to the plastic glasses which are dark and are, due to the narrower area, very much in my line of sight.

As bad as I feel about doing so, I’m going to take the new glasses back to Lenscrafters tomorrow and get a refund.  Hey, they’re the ones with the Unconditional Guarantee and the suckers cost me nearly $450 at a time when I REALLY can’t afford it, particularly if they’re not going to improve my situation at all.  I’m still worried they’re going to give me shit or try to talk me into this or that.  I think I’ll be better off sticking with the old glasses for now and going back to Costco to get the doctor there to check the prescription again and then maybe get her to dial it back a notch or so, so that it won’t be like instant headtrip if I get a new pair from them.

I went to the park today for the first time in a long time.  It felt good to be there and I was tickled pink to see Douglas Whitebill at the second pond.  I made sure he got a few of the peanuts I was doling out to the hungry quackers.  I think he must recognize me to some degree because, more often than not, he seems to make his way over when I’m there.  I wonder if anyone else has noticed the colour of his bill…

I did an update on the Southmere site and sent in a revised ad today and then updated Linda’s one-page site for her.  Sarah from Sea to Sky had the nerve to contact me to ask me to send her the logos I used in the piece I did on spec for her. They didn’t provide the logos to me – I had to find a PDF on the web site of each organization that I could grab logo art from.  I grabbed them out of the EPS file I had made for the document and pasted them all into separate files and sent to her.  Also mentioned she could do the same any time she has a press-quality PDF file from which to extract the necessary elements.  Then, much to my annoyance, she emailed me again to ask for one of the logos in JPG format.  Um, I already did this for FREE lady!  How much more do you think you can squeeze outta the ole stone here?  To her credit, she HAS referred several people to me to get quotes on various things, so hopefully I’ll land one of the suckers.

I’m seriously going to work on my newsletter tomorrow and email some intros to a few of the contacts I already have in mind to get in touch with.

I went to SaveOn earlier tonight – walked over and got some groceries.  I was thrilled to have remembered my green bags this time, but man was I sorry at what I bought when I had to carry all that heavy stuff home!  I got a digital cooking timer, but I can’t figure out how to turn the thing off when it’s not being used.  Seems like it staying on all the time will kill the battery.  I guess we’ll see.  I will keep the receipt and the packaging just in case.

I found the funniest thing on YouTube last night thanks to Diablo Cody’s blog…it’s clips of the robotic animals that play music – aka Rock-afire Explosion – that they used to (and maybe still do???) have at Showbiz Pizza Place.  Man, I had forgotten all about those things, but the memories came a-floodin’ back seeing those guys move around.  These guys have programmed them to do modern songs, in some cases, pretty complex stuff which makes it fun to watch knowing that they were never designed to handle such intricate songs.  I remember my mom brought me there a few times and I was always creeped out when I peeked behind the curtains between songs to look at the characters.  They were scary looking standing motionless with eyes wide open and these maniacal grins on their faces.  Those were the good ole days!