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1. I think I have a mild cold. It's hard to tell, because this is also allergy season, but the exhaustion is more comprehensive than the mild tiredness that's been one of my hayfever symptoms this year (they change every year; it's very frustrating), and NyQuil seems to do a bit more to alleviate the nose gunk than Benadryl, so. Probably a cold.
Bleh.
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2. In other news, we did get our AC fixed at work today... for certain really crappy values of "fixed." By which I mean they installed a freestanding floor unit (on top of two plastic totes, to give the cold air a bit more altitude help) and ran a thin flexible fabric "pipe" back through the wall vent where the cold air used to come out. Presumably that then discharges up through the old vent and out the roof, since the fan apparatus of the old industrial AC seems to be running. I am not at all convinced they correctly reversed the fan, since the AC did pretty much zilch to cool the store -- we kept opening and shutting the doors as an experiment, and half the time it was actually cooler with the doors open. Additionally, the fabric pipe is not insulted at all, and radiates heat like it's going out of style... and passes right in front of the thermostat, so there's no way to accurately measure the in-store temperature unless we bring in a little portable thermometer at our own expense.
Also the damn thing kept tripping the circuit breaker, so we now can't run our vacuum cleaner out of the convenient outlet and have to plug it into the awkward one in the cupboard under the coffee grinder, but that's a minor issue, comparatively.
Argh.
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3. And all this is not even getting into the crowning moment of "why did I even get up?" that was my day.
Which was when the right lens of my glasses fell out. And I lost the screw. With an hour and a half still to go before closing. And I don't keep spare glasses or a repair kit at work. And I am so nearsighted that I can't read the numbers on my own register when I'm standing right at it unless I bend down so my face is less than a foot away from the keyboard and readout.
Fortunately, I can effectively touch-type the register and make change in my head, so that wasn't an insurmountable problem. I can also close the smoke shop in my sleep, so navigating the physical layout of the store was likewise doable. And for things where I really needed clear distance vision -- like checking IDs and verifying that the person pictured is the person presenting the card -- I could slip on the glasses, shut my right eye (to prevent that nauseating swimmy vertigo you get with wildly different focuses), and work around the resulting lack of depth perception. But I know I pissed off at least one customer by literally not seeing her waiting at the counter -- she was just another colored blur in a world of colored blurs -- and I'm a little worried what else I might have missed.
I walked home half-blind, too. You know what Impressionist paintings look like from close up? That's kind of how the world looks to me without my glasses, with some dashes of Van Gogh for the fractal effect I get with bright lights after dark. I wouldn't want to live in a world of blurs and smudges, but it's interesting to visit now and then, provided I am very careful and conservative about crossing streets.
And then, of course, the first time I tried to fix my glasses once I got home, the screw was stripped and got stuck halfway through. *headdesk* Currently I have a too-long screw holding the lens in the frame, and a sudden resolve to make an appointment to get my eyes checked and possibly purchase new glasses before I lose my job. Because it's been about two years since my last checkup anyway, and I think I still get a 10% discount via my association with STNC, so... yeah.
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And now, bed. I already took a two-hour nap upon arriving home, but see above in re: comprehensive exhaustion. *wilts*
Bleh.
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2. In other news, we did get our AC fixed at work today... for certain really crappy values of "fixed." By which I mean they installed a freestanding floor unit (on top of two plastic totes, to give the cold air a bit more altitude help) and ran a thin flexible fabric "pipe" back through the wall vent where the cold air used to come out. Presumably that then discharges up through the old vent and out the roof, since the fan apparatus of the old industrial AC seems to be running. I am not at all convinced they correctly reversed the fan, since the AC did pretty much zilch to cool the store -- we kept opening and shutting the doors as an experiment, and half the time it was actually cooler with the doors open. Additionally, the fabric pipe is not insulted at all, and radiates heat like it's going out of style... and passes right in front of the thermostat, so there's no way to accurately measure the in-store temperature unless we bring in a little portable thermometer at our own expense.
Also the damn thing kept tripping the circuit breaker, so we now can't run our vacuum cleaner out of the convenient outlet and have to plug it into the awkward one in the cupboard under the coffee grinder, but that's a minor issue, comparatively.
Argh.
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3. And all this is not even getting into the crowning moment of "why did I even get up?" that was my day.
Which was when the right lens of my glasses fell out. And I lost the screw. With an hour and a half still to go before closing. And I don't keep spare glasses or a repair kit at work. And I am so nearsighted that I can't read the numbers on my own register when I'm standing right at it unless I bend down so my face is less than a foot away from the keyboard and readout.
Fortunately, I can effectively touch-type the register and make change in my head, so that wasn't an insurmountable problem. I can also close the smoke shop in my sleep, so navigating the physical layout of the store was likewise doable. And for things where I really needed clear distance vision -- like checking IDs and verifying that the person pictured is the person presenting the card -- I could slip on the glasses, shut my right eye (to prevent that nauseating swimmy vertigo you get with wildly different focuses), and work around the resulting lack of depth perception. But I know I pissed off at least one customer by literally not seeing her waiting at the counter -- she was just another colored blur in a world of colored blurs -- and I'm a little worried what else I might have missed.
I walked home half-blind, too. You know what Impressionist paintings look like from close up? That's kind of how the world looks to me without my glasses, with some dashes of Van Gogh for the fractal effect I get with bright lights after dark. I wouldn't want to live in a world of blurs and smudges, but it's interesting to visit now and then, provided I am very careful and conservative about crossing streets.
And then, of course, the first time I tried to fix my glasses once I got home, the screw was stripped and got stuck halfway through. *headdesk* Currently I have a too-long screw holding the lens in the frame, and a sudden resolve to make an appointment to get my eyes checked and possibly purchase new glasses before I lose my job. Because it's been about two years since my last checkup anyway, and I think I still get a 10% discount via my association with STNC, so... yeah.
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And now, bed. I already took a two-hour nap upon arriving home, but see above in re: comprehensive exhaustion. *wilts*
