My Nemesis.
People hate Dentists & Dental Apts. I will never understand that. They are cleaning you! Making sure your Teefers are in Tip Top Shape. I prefer to direct my hate to the people who work at Lens Crafters. I have nothing against Eye Docs on their own - but the moment they take on selling me glasses my blood boils at the thought of them. My hands sweat and my jaw clenches. I believe to get this job you have sold your soul to the devil - assuming they ever had a soul to begin with.
You know, for someone who has worn glasses since I was about Eight months old - I dread getting new glasses. I hate change. I hate new frames. I hate how they always make my face look fat or deformed. I hate how I realize how dirty my glasses actually were. I hate that when I try them on they are just glass lens so I can see how crossed my eye is. I hate people watching me try them on. I hate that the people who work there always have the most beautiful eyelashes and the most God Awful "trendy" eyewear which I am SURE is to make you feel less bad about whatever you choose. Sometimes I feel like crying before I even get myself into the store. I think I would rather try on bathing suits.
I needed a new pair of glasses last August. I finally got to the Optometrist in December only because my Boss' wife made me an apt. after seeing the shape of my glasses. I held this prescription with me until about three days ago - when I decided that I was actually going to go blind if I didn't fix them... Deep breath! Okay... Decision made. I get in my car to drive to the Pen Centre ( another place I hate) ... Just getting on the hi way I realize I have forgotten my prescription. I go home. I get it. I get angry. Drive drive drive - I forgot my frames. I go home. I sense a lump in my throat. Just arriving to the mall I have realized that I have no wallet. I have cheque book though. I realize that if the staff tells me that they do not accept cheques I will have my glasses shoved so far down his throat he'll wish that he'd given me another answer.
I get into Lenscrafters - and do my best not to hate the service personnel just for existing. Of courrrse I get the time slot where Ms. Trainee needs the real guys help with another customer. I am patient. I'll wait - but not even an effing "We'll be right there" ... Nothing. I want them to spontaniously combust into flames at this point. I am looking around close to panic attach that someone is going to make me look into that little machine so they can see exactly how crossed my eye is - and and there is nothing I can do about it. I wait for 11 minutes with not even a nod from these folks. I'd love to leave but I will get beaten by numerous people if I don't get this done. I finally get seated by the trainee only to be told I had to wait for the real guy to discuss different types of lens. I've been there eleven minutes too long already. I want the same glasses as last time. He sits and tells me that I will have to get these Wafer lens. I don't want effing Wafer lenses. I want whatever lenses I had before. He has to send these away. The moment he tells me this I say " No thank you I want the ones you can get in an hour" to which he follows with " I hope to lead you on the right path with the lenses reccommendation " The right path? WTF I just want glasses and to get out. I ask again - now with a broken voice and he starts talking " well let me get you a price quote" which can't be promising! THREE HUNDRED AND SOMETHING EFFING DOLLARS! I hate him! For lenses and nothing else. I feel I've been pressured into these lenses and I can't say no. I tried. Then he guilts me by saying" well I could see if the girl can stay to do them tonight. Yes! That is why I am here - in St. Catharines for glasses - ONE HOUR SERVICE. It's six in the evening. She has to stay 'til nine. I was fuming at this point - still smiling of course. I give up. I go to pay. I forgot my cheque book in my car. I walk outside. I cry. I HATE buying new glasses. I hate Dave or whatever his name was. I also hate that he had really good hair.
They will call when they are ready. I will go get them. The more i think about it, the more I think I will say " I would like my money back 'cause I can! Take my frames and go ANYWHERE else. I don't are if I have to drive there three times to make sure I don't get the same guy!
If one thing shows my weak points and insanity - it's Lenscrafters.
You know, for someone who has worn glasses since I was about Eight months old - I dread getting new glasses. I hate change. I hate new frames. I hate how they always make my face look fat or deformed. I hate how I realize how dirty my glasses actually were. I hate that when I try them on they are just glass lens so I can see how crossed my eye is. I hate people watching me try them on. I hate that the people who work there always have the most beautiful eyelashes and the most God Awful "trendy" eyewear which I am SURE is to make you feel less bad about whatever you choose. Sometimes I feel like crying before I even get myself into the store. I think I would rather try on bathing suits.
I needed a new pair of glasses last August. I finally got to the Optometrist in December only because my Boss' wife made me an apt. after seeing the shape of my glasses. I held this prescription with me until about three days ago - when I decided that I was actually going to go blind if I didn't fix them... Deep breath! Okay... Decision made. I get in my car to drive to the Pen Centre ( another place I hate) ... Just getting on the hi way I realize I have forgotten my prescription. I go home. I get it. I get angry. Drive drive drive - I forgot my frames. I go home. I sense a lump in my throat. Just arriving to the mall I have realized that I have no wallet. I have cheque book though. I realize that if the staff tells me that they do not accept cheques I will have my glasses shoved so far down his throat he'll wish that he'd given me another answer.
I get into Lenscrafters - and do my best not to hate the service personnel just for existing. Of courrrse I get the time slot where Ms. Trainee needs the real guys help with another customer. I am patient. I'll wait - but not even an effing "We'll be right there" ... Nothing. I want them to spontaniously combust into flames at this point. I am looking around close to panic attach that someone is going to make me look into that little machine so they can see exactly how crossed my eye is - and and there is nothing I can do about it. I wait for 11 minutes with not even a nod from these folks. I'd love to leave but I will get beaten by numerous people if I don't get this done. I finally get seated by the trainee only to be told I had to wait for the real guy to discuss different types of lens. I've been there eleven minutes too long already. I want the same glasses as last time. He sits and tells me that I will have to get these Wafer lens. I don't want effing Wafer lenses. I want whatever lenses I had before. He has to send these away. The moment he tells me this I say " No thank you I want the ones you can get in an hour" to which he follows with " I hope to lead you on the right path with the lenses reccommendation " The right path? WTF I just want glasses and to get out. I ask again - now with a broken voice and he starts talking " well let me get you a price quote" which can't be promising! THREE HUNDRED AND SOMETHING EFFING DOLLARS! I hate him! For lenses and nothing else. I feel I've been pressured into these lenses and I can't say no. I tried. Then he guilts me by saying" well I could see if the girl can stay to do them tonight. Yes! That is why I am here - in St. Catharines for glasses - ONE HOUR SERVICE. It's six in the evening. She has to stay 'til nine. I was fuming at this point - still smiling of course. I give up. I go to pay. I forgot my cheque book in my car. I walk outside. I cry. I HATE buying new glasses. I hate Dave or whatever his name was. I also hate that he had really good hair.
They will call when they are ready. I will go get them. The more i think about it, the more I think I will say " I would like my money back 'cause I can! Take my frames and go ANYWHERE else. I don't are if I have to drive there three times to make sure I don't get the same guy!
If one thing shows my weak points and insanity - it's Lenscrafters.
posted by Femicas | 14:36
1 Comments:
That is quite a hate you've got going on for Lenscrafters. I'm sorry it's such a pain for you.
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