Crappy day, or : How to lose a pair of glasses in 24 hours
So, yesterday was a super-crappy day. Until April I'm stuck working six days a week, which I don't normally mind. I dealt with a co-worker screaming at me for something that was not my fault, and that part I could have dealt with. That "going blind" eye problem happened again at work (with a co-worker mockingly saying, "Stop faking!" that, while it may have been in jest, annoyed the fuck out of me), and it hurt like hell, and I had no choice to just keep working and deal with it. It eventually went away, and I was able to operate normally. It was aggravating, but I dealt with it. But the top part came when I went to get my glasses repaired.
You see, on Friday I went to pick up my third pair of glasses, and I slipped on a patch of ice and went landing on my knee (causing me to hobble around like a senior citizen the next morning), and it turned out that the spare pair of glasses in my bag had gotten bent when I fell. So, I get the glasses repaired, and they're okay, so I leave, get laundry soap, and then realize -- there's nothing in the glass case I had. There are NO GLASSES in the case. So where did they go? I go retracing my steps and nothing. The eye doc people said, "You took them!" Well so what, did they fall out of the case? Did they fall onto War Memorial and are now being run over as we speak? What?
I swear to God, only I could do something so incredibly stupid. Only I could lose a pair of glasses in 24 hours. It just irritates the fuck out of me -- if I had a brain, I'd be indeed a dangerous man.
You see, on Friday I went to pick up my third pair of glasses, and I slipped on a patch of ice and went landing on my knee (causing me to hobble around like a senior citizen the next morning), and it turned out that the spare pair of glasses in my bag had gotten bent when I fell. So, I get the glasses repaired, and they're okay, so I leave, get laundry soap, and then realize -- there's nothing in the glass case I had. There are NO GLASSES in the case. So where did they go? I go retracing my steps and nothing. The eye doc people said, "You took them!" Well so what, did they fall out of the case? Did they fall onto War Memorial and are now being run over as we speak? What?
I swear to God, only I could do something so incredibly stupid. Only I could lose a pair of glasses in 24 hours. It just irritates the fuck out of me -- if I had a brain, I'd be indeed a dangerous man.