Bad Customer Service Makes Brian Something Something
I fucking hate bad customer service.
So Sara went to the animal doctor at the beginning of last week to get flea and heartworm medicine for the pets. There is some brand that has both medications in the same thing and it actually works so that's what we use. Anyway, the people at the animal hospital tell her that Sage needs to be checked for heartworm first because it would be bad to give her heartworm medicine if she actually had heartworm. Okay, whatever. So Sage gets to go see the vet and after a hundred dollar plus bill we get the mediciations for Sage and Nutmeg. Oh yeah and Sage got two shots and her blood drawn. She really didn't mind it that much, but she did look a little worried. Well, everytime we go to this place it's always the same story. After the appointment we walk out and the receptionists (THEY HAVE LIKE THREE OF THEM) practically ignore us as we get to stand their guessing what is next. I would think that if we had to wait for the doctors to drop off paperwork, which is usually the case I suppose, they should at least freakin say something. We were completely under the impression that Sage's test results would be given to us later that day. No phone call. I just tried to call and find out what the hell is going on this morning. I'm completely sure that Sage doesn't have heartworm and that we could give her the medication, but my god. I hate this place. They, and maybe it's all animal hospital type places, always rope us whenever we come in into paying lots and lots of money. I just wish Sage wasn't such an expensive date. Thinking about it, and just to let you know I can imagine, I don't want to compare it to actual children's doctor visit bills.
In other news. Walmart... Hmm. Where to start. On Wednesday, June 14th, Flag Day, I went to Walmart and got an eye exam and basically ordered new glasses, which is just a really necessary thing to do if you saw my glasses. One side has had tape around the arm for at least a year, the other probably about six months. Both arms of my current glasses are broken and this is basically the only way short of cement to keep them together. Anyway, so with Sara's most generous help I was able to settle on a pair that seemed fine. I absolutely hate picking eye glasses by the way but it's one of those necessary evil things a completely blind person must do. If I wasn't so blind that would be amazing. Anyway. So whatever, get them when I get them. I wanted them by my Cedar Point trip but that ended up not mattering anyway. I just envisioned myself breaking these glasses and just being completely blind for like ten hours, five hours away from home. Must have gotten the voice mail around the 22nd of June saying that the glasses didn't pass their inspection and that they would have to be remade. I decided with the help of my parents last week that I would like to get contacts. I had thought about entertaining the possibility to I called them back and scheduled a time to come in for them. I went in there on Saturday at noon and found out that they would have to order them (as I expected) and basically didn't even really need to come in, but that's okay. I then asked if the glasses came in yet. She checked and brought back a case. Woohoo new glasses! And they look sharp. I put them on and Nope. Something is not right. She says that maybe they need to be adjusted and I comply. Try again and something is terribly wrong. I don't know how to explain it well to someone who isn't as blind as I am but imagine being able to see completely fine with one eye and completely wrong with another. It appeared that the left eye was fine, but the right eye was terribly wrong. I said No these are not right, and she double checked. It appeared as if when the lens was made they thought that the doctor wrote a -5 as apposed to a -8 which is what it should have been. So the lens was off by a big amount on the prescription. I told them they had one more strike to go on making this pair. You would think for three hundred dollars you could get something done right. But alas, I guess not.