I wear contacts

So this isn't in the realm of things I've mentioned to blog about (I did notice that on my last post no one even posted what they wanted to hear about next), but figured I'd tell a story about me, Roast, being 1.) poor (really just cheap) and 2.) Unhealthy.
So...I wear contacts. They are disposables, but I of course never do what they are indeed called...that is dispose of them. Yep...I wear them FAR past their 2 week life even sometimes wearing them longer then a month. That's why I am unhealthy. Or rather one reason I am unhealthy. Anyway, here I am in California (yes it's another California story) and I have 2 weeks left on my contacts prescription and I really don't want to pay for another $50 eye exam to get a new prescription (and I don't really want a new prescription either as I am sure my eyes have only gotten more blind). This shows #1, being poor/cheap so instead of getting a new prescription I decide I am going to do the economical thing and buy my contacts in bulk to last until my eyes rot. So where do you go to buy in bulk? SAM'S CLUB!!!
So after work one day I decide to go get my oil changed at the Wal-Mart (next door to the Sam's club in Santa Clarita, CA) as I'd driven all the way from Provo, UT to Dallas, TX, and then from Dallas, TX all the way to La Crescenta, CA without an oil change. (Yes I am aware I spent a good chunk of my summer in my light blue Toyota Corolla.)
Anyway I decide I'll go order the contacts at Sam's Club while my car is getting an oil change. They tell me to be back in like 20 mins or so. So I go into Sam's Club, find the optical section and order like 4-5 boxes of contacts. Well the guy that was there wasn't American....and if he was he sure didn't speak English very well. I am not racist or anything, but I figured a guy that works at Sam's club optical should know what he is doing and should probably be able to communicate in English. By the way his name is Darry (which as far as I know is pronounced "Dairy").

So I give Darry the prescription which he has no idea how to put into his computer and tells me to come back another day. Well I tell him I drove half an hour to get there, and I'm a pretty busy guy, the prescription is almost expired, and can't come back during the day anyway. So he calls his co-worker (who does absolutely nothing over the phone with him). So I ask to see his computer. I end up putting my own prescription in the computer (I'm pretty sure this probably isn't legal (that doesn't make sense I am aware)...but I guess you can't get high off of contacts so why not let a customer do all the work). The only way I'm really able to do this is by calling the Sam's club in Provo (which had my prescription already in the system and if Sam's Club was a little bit better they'd just have their systems linked so you can get your prescription wherever you are) and talking through how to put stuff in the computer (I figured it out for the most part, but putting in the actual prescription was a little tricky).

So if this wasn't enough he starts to ring me up and it rings up as around $50/box which is WAY more then I usually pay for my contacts, so I have to fix my prescription in the computer to the alternate prescription that I have on these contacts (which are 3x cheaper and just as good as far as I know). Anyway, I get it fixed and he's going to void out the old transaction and charge me the real price, but instead he kept on ringing up the old price until it gets to an exuberant amount of money of $527.34 (I know it was this amount because I wrote it down to tell people about later). So I say..."I'm not paying that much....you've done something wrong." So he says (once again as he said a billion times) "I Sorry" and calls over his COS (the Sam's club cashier people's supervisors).

So this big black guy comes over with wavy curly black hair wearing a big "R" belt buckle who's name is "Percy" comes over and says in a femme voice "I'm Sorry." and proceeds to ring it up (correctly) and leaves. So I finally pay (after being there for about an hour) get some other groceries and go back and get my car (after it had been done with the oil change for a LONG time). The weird thing is Darry keeps my prescription which I was a little hesitant to let him do in case the contacts didn't make it (they do by the way and I get my now expired prescription back).



Well at least I won't need to get contacts again for a while....

My Most Embarrassing Moment...

So I took a poll recently about what you wanted to hear about next (and although this isn't exactly next to that poll) here is what you asked for: My most embarrassing moment.

This moment in my life is brought to you by the letter "P."










So as some of you may know I was working for The Walt Disney Company this summer. Well one week I was actually doing an audit at Disneyland, and by "at Disneyland" I mean at the Team Disney Anaheim building that is located right behind Disneyland (if you know where "It's a Small World" is it's back behind there a little ways).




Well one day after work I decided I'd go the back way into the park (for free...it was the back way after all) (remind me to tell you about another day that I did this that same week that was also somewhat embarrassing) and meet a friend that was actually in from out of town with her family and ride some rides with them and what not. Well I eventually found my friend and her family. I know her parents pretty well and am friends with her mom (who was there). Well her mom was using one of those scooter wheelchairs that Disneyland has because she had recently been through surgery for her back (or something like that I can't remember). Well my friend's family was about to eat dinner so my friend, her brother, and I decided that we'd take the wheelchair and go get on the new "Finding Nemo" ride (who wants to wait a normal 2 1/2 hours for what use to just be the submarine ride! I mean really!)

So I get to drive the wheelchair (for some reason...I guess because it was my idea) and we get caught up behind Disney parade lines. Well after the parade is over the place is swarming with people and I'm there happily driving along this wheelchair scooter and lo and behold the scooter dies....right in the middle of thousands of people! We try to get the juice going, but no such luck. What am I suppose to do....stand up and walk? "It's a miracle I'm healed!"

So I tell my friend to go tell her mom to get one of those attendants Disney has while I have her brother push this 200 lb. scooter wheelchair with me in it back toward the Pinocchio ride where we left their mother and rest of the family. This scooter was not easy to push either because half way through pushing I decide to be nice and let her brother sit and I'd push. "It's a miracle I was healed!"

Well we eventually get back to their mom and she starts talking to an attendant about the wheelchair and how the wheelchair is dead. Well I am sort of standing away so I don't get in trouble and don't get fired from my corporate job (remember I had got into Disneyland the back way and yet was not a Disneyland cast member so felt kinda fishy being there in the first place) and overhear the cast member tell her mom something to the extent of this...."Sorry about that ma'am, these things sometimes happen because the wheelchair is sensitive to weight, so if a child is driving it then it will stop working, or other things like that could happen...."

So not only was I sneaking into a theme park, illegally taking advantage of the whole disability system, and miraculously healed in front of thousands of people, but I was also compared (Unknowingly to the person who did the comparison) to a child in weight.

Yeah...I was pretty embarrassed.

p.s. We later tried to go on the Nemo ride with the mom in the wheelchair but the wait was still at least 45 minutes and I had to go meet some other people in the park so we took the "alternate Nemo ride...which probably isn't as cool...because you're just watching a TV with what people that are on the ride would see.

Anyway, let me know what you want my next fantastic post to be about. I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope I made it entertaining enough.

Why I haven't posted what you want me to...

So I haven't posted anything new lately because of interviews. I am currently in the process of interviewing for an internship for the winter semester. So I am answering a bunch of questions like... "What kind of conflicts have you had in groups?", "What is your greatest weakness?", and "What is something that you felt really good about accomplishing?" I hope my answers will get me a good job. Its hard to think of answers to these!

Anyway, I'll try to post "My most embarrassing moment" this weekend.

If I actually start this thing going...

So I figured people should actually have a legitimate reason to post a comment on my blog (so I can see if people actually have interest in my blog) so here's a list of proposed topics I'll talk about on my blog. So vote for your favorite (or make suggestions even?) so I know what to blog about next time I blog.......I think I used the word blog too many times in this blog.

• My Collection(s)
• My Nickname
• My Most Embarrassing Moment (it happened this summer actually), as did other embarrassing things
  
• My Summer (this probably won't be a very good one because SO much happened this summer that I would have to be more specific in my blog topics).
• About me...

I think those are all the topics I can think of for now...let me know what you want.

In the mean time here's a picture of what I think about when I think about blogs.

New Blog

So I was told I should have a nifty blog. Well here it is. Prepare to never be amazed as I'll probably never update it as no one will ever read it. Maybe if 5 different people read and comment on this post I'll take this thing seriously. Otherwise you can see a blog I had a LONG time ago on www.livejournal.com