Technician was nowhere to be seen when the first DVD ended, so I loaded the second one myself. About 5 minutes after I'd finished it and had turned off the TV & DVD player, another tech came to the nook, pulled the TV cart out to face the couple and the two other people who had been led there, and started playing the "floaters" video again.
Let me tell you a little about the videos, from a production standpoint. Lighting and video quality were superb for a Standard Definition (SD) recording. The doctor, who looks like an East Indian woman in her late 30's, sounded like a well educated American, the only clue she is not from California is how she pronounces a couple of words. For instance, "diabetes" comes out sounding like "dia-bee-tiss". She is sitting on a round exam stool, wearing the obligatory white lab coat, with a plastic model of an eye about the size of my head. It was her only visual aid. Well, sort of. At three or four points in the video they did a freeze frame and a crudely pasted label appeared on the part of the eye she was talking about. The content of the talks were about 5th grade level, the language closer to kindergarten. Okay, I exaggerate. 1st grade. I was not expecting a Hollywood production, but there are so many better visuals out there which they could have used.
A third tech saved me from Bad Educational Video Hell about 3 minutes later, and brought me to the exam room. The doctor finally showed up at 10. It was the same doctor from the videos, but I already knew that. She is charming and did the in depth exam like a champ, sotto voce-ing tidbits for her tech to write on my chart. It would have been nice if she had told me what she was seeing as well, but I picked most of it up, and asked her about each one during the wrap-up. Bottom line is my retinopathy is still benign, I have the beginnings of cataracts which will need to be operated on in about 20 years (as if I'll live that long), my pterygium is 3mm in size. Similar to my cardiology results, the doctor said that for someone who has had diabetes for 20+ years, my eyes are in amazingly good shape. She scheduled me for a routine visit in a year with one of the non-surgeon ophthalmologists.
Out at 10:30, it was too effing bright outside to drive home with my eyes still dilated, so I walked across the parking lot and had a late breakfast at La boulangerie.
Home, just barely safe with my polarized sunglasses, so I turned off the lights in the apartment and sat on the recliner with 20lbs of cat on my right thigh. He started out on the arm, but lately he has taken to sliding down where he is cuddled between my arm and my lap.
That was boring, so Plan B was the bedroom, except with the skylight it was brighter in there than in the livingroom. Closed my eyes anyway. Domino joined me for a while.
By about 3 my eyes were back to mostly normal, did some stuff online, then headed out to the nearest Starbucks. Now that the frappuchino happy hour campaign is over, there were plenty of places to sit, and now there are only two of us in the place. And eight more at the tables outside. It has not been this empty in a long time.
Today's job report is mixed. Another of those idiot Indians called with a job at Motorola Mobility, he did not know a single one of the jargon words, like WLAN or 802.11 so I just said "yeah, I can do all of that." He said it was a contract, and asked what my hourly rate was. I told him. He said they had a rate $20/hr less. Ridiculous. Bye. Got email from one of the recruiters who had landed me a phone interview asking about a job in Alameda. On further inquiry, it was a short term contract for a defense contractor, and that was a "no". There is no good way to commute to Alameda except if you live there. I wouldn't mind living there, it's really quite pretty and I have theater friends there, but I can't justify moving for a short term contract.
Because several of my more twisted friends have been recommending it, I downloaded the Broadway cast recording of the new musical The Book of Mormon, and listened to it on the way here. The first two numbers were so catchy I played the whole thing. It is by the folks who gave us South Park and I agree it is brilliant. The music is good, lyrics are amusing and scan perfectly, and having seen Mormon missionaries in action in Thailand, I have to say they mostly nailed it regarding the challenges LDS missions face in other cultures. This is greatly mitigated now that the Church has dropped its Mark of Cain doctrine, and allows non-whites to be full members.
The show starts with an upbeat number in which Mormons are out ringing doorbells, attempting to foist the Book of Mormon on unsuspecting neighbors. It's very realistic, very amusing. We are then taken to a sort of graduation ceremony where "elders" (aka 19-year-old Mormon boys) are assigned in pairs to their mission sites. Mild spoilerism: The main characters are The Super-Mormon and the Geeky Loser who are sent to Uganda together. The geek has a habit of Making Stuff Up. While all the songs are listenable and move the plot along, there is one song which I think is truly beautiful. It's the Ugandan 21st century Over The Rainbow, beautifully rendered by Nikki M James,who describes a Paradise she calls Sal Tlay Ka Siti (Salt Lake City). Give it a listen here: Sal Tlay Ka Siti
Well, enough for now. Time to get read to see Santa Clara Players' production of Squabbles. I know at least one of the cast.