Hmm...
Well, my contacts don't fit right. I got 'em and then realized they weren't the kind I'd had before, so I took them back, told her that I didn't use that kind, because they didn't fit me right. They irritate my eyes and move all around. Do you know what it's like to have an itchy eyeball?? I do. That's what it feels like. Anyway, when I took them back to get my regular kind, she tells me, "oh, we don't have those anymore." So I'm like, o_O;; She tells me, "try them over the weekend, and if they bother you, bring 'em back and I'll make it right."
I certainly hope this means, "despite the fact that you opened them, you will get the right kind of contact lenses, the same amount of them, and not have to pay more money. I'm not going to screw you over." She knew that I hadn't opened the box yet, so she better give me the right kind and everything without any trouble, or I'll go balistic. I swear. I'm just like that. People don't fuck with me.
Eugh, I feel so brain dead. You ever been in pain for 8-9 hours straight, and then the pain subsides a bit, and you feel really tired from dragging yourself around through the pain? Yeah, that's what I feel like. My brain is oatmeal and my body is nothing but a pile of goop. God, I can't wait 'til this job is over.
My sister says school starts August 27, so it won't be much longer (thank God).
...and I'm going to be going to school as Jacob. Oh... right... I decided on my name, finally. Jacob Anthony. Nobody likes it, apparently, but I do. Anyway... officially, I'll still have my female name, but I'm getting it changed ASAP... and I'll tell everyone that my name is Jacob and everything and... I still don't know how I'm going to work this.
Oh, screw it... let them know I'm a TG. Right now, I couldn't care.
I certainly hope this means, "despite the fact that you opened them, you will get the right kind of contact lenses, the same amount of them, and not have to pay more money. I'm not going to screw you over." She knew that I hadn't opened the box yet, so she better give me the right kind and everything without any trouble, or I'll go balistic. I swear. I'm just like that. People don't fuck with me.
Eugh, I feel so brain dead. You ever been in pain for 8-9 hours straight, and then the pain subsides a bit, and you feel really tired from dragging yourself around through the pain? Yeah, that's what I feel like. My brain is oatmeal and my body is nothing but a pile of goop. God, I can't wait 'til this job is over.
My sister says school starts August 27, so it won't be much longer (thank God).
...and I'm going to be going to school as Jacob. Oh... right... I decided on my name, finally. Jacob Anthony. Nobody likes it, apparently, but I do. Anyway... officially, I'll still have my female name, but I'm getting it changed ASAP... and I'll tell everyone that my name is Jacob and everything and... I still don't know how I'm going to work this.
Oh, screw it... let them know I'm a TG. Right now, I couldn't care.