Spectacles and Other Bobbles

Hello lovely readers. How have you been?

 

Do you know how crazy it is to work in an eye doctor? If not, I'll tell you.

The doctor I work for has two different offices, so I'm driving between them all week. It's a little bit confusing because each office handles things just slightly different, so I have to swap back and forth on procedures.

Basically what I do in the small office is sit at a desk all day and answer the phone. When patients come in for their appointments I take them into the exam room and get blood pressure and medicine lists and all that pretest jazz.
Sometimes when new patients come in we do little eye test games on the ipad. I keep trying to talk my trainer into downloading some fun apps onto it for the slow days. She just smiles and shakes her head. Which is odd.

I do a lot of nose pad changing and glasses cleaning, which is just as gross as you might imagine. I don't know what is on some of those things. I probably don't want to.

My boss' name is Brandon but I guess I'm not supposed to call him that. I have to call him Doctor, which just seems really sticky on my tongue.

At the big office I'm stuck in the lab most of the time, so I'm calling patients and telling them when their glasses are ready to be picked up, I'm giving people their new glasses and making sure they fit, helping people pick out frames. Little girls are the best. They will try on any crazy color or shape I give them. Women and Men are just like "I want something black."

"Not that black."

 

-_-

I do things like gluing glasses together for little boys who just grin and say "I don't know" when I ask how they smashed them to pieces.

Some days are so fast that I just want to pray that the doctor suddenly decides to go home early and all his patients go away. And some days are so slow that I'm ready to go onto the street and drag the nearest pedestrian in and force them to sit through an exam and come look at frames.
Neither of which are very good plans, so I have refrained.

Barely.