I want to write about something, but I am not sure want to write about at the moment. I want to write pretty regularly, at least a few times a week.
My mom has been been a secret friend to someone at church for the past couple of weeks. She has been leaving this person a gift every week for the past few Sundays.
And now Sunday night at church someone left a gift for Jamison. So our Sunday night class decided since it was such a fun thing to do, we drew names and we all are going to be, and have, secret friends for Christmas.
Yesterday at work we had a situation. One of the interesting incidents of the Optometry memoirs.
There is a patient that comes to the office that thinks his is a celebrity. I think he is a little crazy.
I have never heard of this man. My aunt and uncle, who I work for, have never heard of him outside the office.
Apparently he won a Dove award for new Christian artist of the year some years ago or something like that. And apparently, that is the only thing his has talked about ever since.
When I started working their he had his assistant call the office to make an appointment for him. I answered the phone and the man said something like, “I'm the assistant for the Dove artist of the year winner “So-in-So”.” And the man something else along those lines. And by this time I am confused. I had no idea who or what his is talking about. I asked him how I could help him. He said this “so-in-so” wanted a appointment that day. I remember thinking “You spent 1 minute telling me about this persons awards when you could of just told me his name and I could of found in the computer in two seconds.” I gave the phone to my aunt because the assistant seemed to be more interested about telling me about “so-in-so's” up coming tour than about setting up an appointment.
He insisted that he had to be seen that day, so my aunt told him to come in after lunch.
When we got back from lunch I saw the “celebrity”. I still had no idea who he was. He looked like any other patient coming into the office. It didn't take me long to find out the only thing he had in common with a real celebrity was the size of his ego.
When he was sitting in the waiting room I heard him tell some of the other patients a story. He was telling about a person that did his lawn work, I think, and how they said they would sue him for something or another. “So-in-So” said, “Now you have to remember I am a nationally know celebrity. Do think it would be wise to take me to court?” I almost laughed out loud.
And he has been a pain in my butt anytime he comes in. If you make him an appointment a couple of days in advance he'll be a no show. Then he will call another day and insisted on being seen that day.
One time, he told my aunt not to sell his number to the National Enquirer.
I told her it would be hard to resist the 25 cents they would offer.
Anyway, my point is, he's a prima-donna. (If you you haven't caught that already.)
In August he had an exam. His new insurance is a company we are not providers for. My aunt told him this. And she explained that he would have to pay cash and then file his insurance himself.
Why she did this, I don't know, but she let him have the exam a contact fitting, and ordered glasses all without making him pay before hand. He had a bill for over $300 when we were done, and she let him walk out.
The beginning of November he walked in the office wanting to sell some D.V.D.'s of some of his performances for $30, when he has yet to paid one dollar on his bill. Another lady that works at the offices actually bought one.(Gag!) Now this man will brag to your face that his is a multi-millionaire. But he can't spare $300.
He came into the office yesterday evening and wanted us to just give him a pair of contacts. He didn't want to pay for them. He wanted to be given a pair.
My aunt said, “Not until you pay your $300 bill.” Looking at his face you would think he had been slapped. He said, “You don't have to get nasty”.
I thought to myself, “If you want to seen nasty, you can talk to me. I'll show you what nasty is”. But I remained quiet and let my aunt deal with it.
After having a hissy-fit. He finally got a credit card and paid, but insisted on specking to my uncle, the doctor.
We could hear him say he never would expect to be treated like this in a doctors office. He asked for copies of his records and said his is never coming back. I almost started dancing, I was so happy.
But the main thing about this poor man that irritates me the most is that he goes around telling people he is a CHRISTIAN singer. As a Christian it is embarrassing to be associated with people like him. I never want to be like that.
I guess as a Christian I should pray that he will get right with God and everyone else.
(As a Southerner this is where I say, “Bless his heart”.)
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