so, when I called the opticians to see if my replacement replacement glasses were ready (see
here and
here), turns out they had been in the shop a few days already, just nobody had bothered letting me know. "thanks, assholes", I think and head on into town to collect them.
When I get there, not only have they screwed up my sunglasses (different tint on each lens - how does that even happen?!), but my goddamn prescription is STILL FUCKING WRONG. So now I have to wait, again, for another eye test, then another three weeks after that - I might (if I'm lucky, might be longer) get my new glasses. Yes, the ones I paid over 400 pounds for on the 8th of frickin' august.
Someone is going to lose their balls/other gonads as appropriate over this, I swear. I am so damn cross right now, and so damn sick of wearing these pissy plastic frames (see second link, above) with shitty grade lenses in.
it's lucky I have some nice tea and super-chocolately cake right now.
