Voice of Practicality

I got yelled at by a multi-millionaire friday. I didn't have to even make the uh-huh noises into the phone. He was so hot under the collar nothing I was going to try to say would have made any difference at all. His ego was so huge, I am amazed that it didn't push my ear away from the phone. It was rather amusing to be accused of being a power drunk government employee. I may currently be a minion of the federal government, but power....that I don't have. There you have it, a snapshot of life as a tiny cog of the government.

So.....I've got this blotch in the center of my left eye's vision. No. It is not a floater. See, floaters, well...they float. around. This doesn't. It just sits there looking vaguely like Italy in brown. Right smack in the middle of my left eye focus field. Extremely annoying and really noticeable when using a computer. Which I do for about 12 hours a day. So, like any reasonable adult with medical insurance. I schedule an appointment with my eye doctor. I tell the nice ladies on the phone that no, Dinglebat isn't my insurance anymore but I don't know what it is offhand, as it changed at the beginning of the year. They say "oh..well..please call us with it before you come in." So, I look, and look and can't find the darn card. Finally notice on the back of my medical insur. card a phone number for a vision plan. So I call. Yep. I have vision. My doctor is not on their plan though. Typical. So they will pay $40 for the exam if I file a claim. Whoop dee do. I go to the eye doctor. The front desk says that Dinglebat denies that they are my insurance. SIGH. I know....I told you that when I made the appointment, AND when you called to remind me. But did they listen....NO NO NO. So anyway, the wonderfully perky assistant who does the glaucoma and other "pre" tests informs me that it has been 6 years since I last saw the Doc. Whoa. Hold up. SIX YEARS. You have got to be kidding me. SIX? I am as blind as a bat without my glasses. Legally blind in fact. I am totally flabbergasted by this news. I am so distracted by this news that hardly notice the annoying puff of air they shoot at my eyeballs. I know I haven't seen anyone else so if their records say six years, it has been six years. I go from thinking that I take crap care of my glasses to being amazed that my glasses look as good as they do. Then Doc smugly welcomes me to middle age. Gee thanks. Middle age = progressive lenses. i.e. I need bifocals. Great. Just wonderful. Oh, and that Italy, It's a detached vitreous. Nothing to worry about, it will eventually (EVENTUALLY) go away on it's own. Yeah, right. I toddle over to the extremely overpriced glasses showroom attached to my eye doctor so I can get an idea of what this new pair will cost me. Keep in mind the last pair (SIX YEARS AGO - that still floors me) was over $500 at Costco. So, the lenses alone (if I bought them from the really expensive doctor....$590.00!!!!!) Okay. I have had enough shocks for one day. I am going home and putting my head in the sand now. bye-bye.

<( So I started collecting quotes )

So oldest youngest was playing in Folklife this weekend. ( Cut for babble about kiddo )

I am on the census diet.  5 lbs in 5 days.   "What is that?" you ask.... Well, walk 7 hours a day for the census and see how much weight you lose.

So, Baseball and Softball season have officially started and Seattle's weather is freaking gorgeous.  It was all wrath of doom for the last two weeks and today - 65+ degrees, sunny and just plain beautiful.  My schedule is completely f-up because of the kids games and my THREE jobs. Please gods, let the federal gov't keep me employed through August so I can dump the shitty PS job.  Thank you and have a good day.

Whee,  
The random number generator picked me!!!!!! me, me, me.  Anyway, much joy as I now have DW account to mess around with.  Happy dance.  Happy  dance ending now as have to take the smalls to the park.