I am in the office today. Last night I prepared completely. I packed up my laptop and charger, I packed up my Air Pods Max (which I forgot on one of these recent trips in). I filled up a water bottle. I made my lunch. Lunch was PB&J, a little bag of grapes, and a couple of granola bars. Delicious. I left the lunch bag in the fridge, but had everything else waiting for me on my desk.
You can see where this is going, right?
I am at my desk at work.
My lunch bag is still in the fridge.
Seriously… if I could contort myself in such a way as to do it, I would literally kick my own ass.
Idiot.
Looking like a Snickers bar for lunch for me today.
I’m kidding. Blindness is not funny. Being a dumbass who wears glasses however can sometimes lead to funny stuff.
This happened while I was at my parents house yesterday and I laughed at myself, but by the time I straightened it all out I wasn’t in a funny mood anymore so I didn’t write about it. I’m at home today and it’s getting funny again. A little. Sort of.
My parents have a bottle of lens cleaner in the bathroom. My glasses were dirty as hell after having balled my eyes out into them for a while the night before. I went into the bathroom, ripped some tissue off the roll, took off my glasses, grabbed the bottle and sprayed the shit out of my lenses. That’s when I smelled it. A nice, fresh, sweet scent that wafted back to me from my glasses, and from the hand holding my glasses. What the hell? I looked at the bottle, but without my glasses I couldn’t read the label. Pretty clearly I grabbed the wrong bottle.
I cleaned the glasses as best I could, put them back on, and through the streaks and the fog and the haze I could see that I did not, in fact, spray my glasses with lens cleaner. Instead I sprayed them with scented body wash, which was in a nearly identical bottle right next to the lens cleaner.
12 pounds of actual lens cleaner later and I could see again. The reason I bring this up now is…
…Man, my glasses are dirty again. Where’s my lens cleaner?
I’m back at work after a three day weekend. It was only three days. Just one measly day longer than usual.
Why then could I not get my act together this morning? Why did everything take so long? Why did I leave home without my wallet?
Either I am seriously dumb or there is something wrong with me. My 10th anniversary at this company is next week. I’ve never once in all that time forgotten my wallet. Today is the first time I’ve done that. I pulled some quarters out of the toll-booth-coin-cup in the car. Looks like it’s a snickers bar for lunch for me. Yippee.
I am covering the holiday today. I am required to work in a building other than the one in which my desk is located. The cafeteria is closed, and we are not supposed to leave the building as there would be no one else to cover our calls while we are out. Therefore, we have all been asked to bring a lunch.
I got up early this morning and made myself a bag lunch. A nice deli chicken sandwich. A bag of green grapes. A handful of little mini kit-kat snack sized thingies. I put this together and then put it in the fridge while I did my normal work-day morning routine.