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Oct. 23rd, 2011 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWork continues dreadful. I can't describe how much I loathe working with Tesco, to the extent that I would go off sick tomorrow to avoid it if I knew that I wouldn't end up with my manager tracking me down at home and hauling me in to sort it out. On the bright side at least they are now through their allocation so after about Wednesday my stress levels will decrease significantly.
Yesterday I went to get my eyes tested. To be honest with you, they were beginning to worry me. About two months ago I realised that my eyesight was not as it should be. About a month ago I realised that I could barely see with my left eye. Then I sort of realised my pupils even looked a bit weird so I got myself an eye test. It made up the most stressful eye test I have ever had, including that one where I was eight and they realised I needed specs in the first place. She ended up getting in her supervisor, and asked me several times if I was sure I wasn't diabetic. (The answer: I don't know, it does run in the family, but I have no other symptoms, so, er, probably not.) As she left the room, I queried with her if she thought I was going blind or was possibly dying of some sort of brain disease. (Don't google 'sudden eyesight change' kids, it's scary.) I am apparently not.
Anyway, my eye prescription has changed in a fairly frightening way and the rest of my eye all looks okay, apparently, so there we are. I have ordered new glasses from the interwebz (thank you, all of you who recommended that one) and they are DIFFERENT to the style I have worn for the last ten years which is a bit scary but also a good thing when you consider that the whole excercise has cost my less than £40 due to a voucher for a £5 eye test and so on. There we go. Hopefully they'll turn up soon, as now I know how bad things are I am properly uncomfortable with driving. Arguing 'it's okay, I can see big things and cars are big things' will probably not stand up in court.
I'm facing a very busy few weeks ahead. I have some freelance work on that is painfully dull but I really do need the money, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moralrelativist has send down Snuff and it is calling me. I can hear it. I've read half of it and basically forced myself to ignore it for this afternoon so I can get through aftermentioned freelance stuff. I'm out tomorrow night for Jo's birthday, a friend of Richie's is coming to stay on Wednesday on which day we also have tickets to see Sarah Millican, he's here until the weekend and then the weekend after next Richie's mother is coming to stay, a topic on which I have Feelings but they are mostly to do with my own personal neuroses and as we are not married I can't make mother in law jokes. Give it five months.
I also need to put some laundry on, but this is basically the never-ending story of my life. The next place I live, I want a balcony. Or a small garden. Just somewhere to dry the bloody laundry and stop me having to play silly buggars with open windows and heating and very precise timings.
Yesterday I went to get my eyes tested. To be honest with you, they were beginning to worry me. About two months ago I realised that my eyesight was not as it should be. About a month ago I realised that I could barely see with my left eye. Then I sort of realised my pupils even looked a bit weird so I got myself an eye test. It made up the most stressful eye test I have ever had, including that one where I was eight and they realised I needed specs in the first place. She ended up getting in her supervisor, and asked me several times if I was sure I wasn't diabetic. (The answer: I don't know, it does run in the family, but I have no other symptoms, so, er, probably not.) As she left the room, I queried with her if she thought I was going blind or was possibly dying of some sort of brain disease. (Don't google 'sudden eyesight change' kids, it's scary.) I am apparently not.
Anyway, my eye prescription has changed in a fairly frightening way and the rest of my eye all looks okay, apparently, so there we are. I have ordered new glasses from the interwebz (thank you, all of you who recommended that one) and they are DIFFERENT to the style I have worn for the last ten years which is a bit scary but also a good thing when you consider that the whole excercise has cost my less than £40 due to a voucher for a £5 eye test and so on. There we go. Hopefully they'll turn up soon, as now I know how bad things are I am properly uncomfortable with driving. Arguing 'it's okay, I can see big things and cars are big things' will probably not stand up in court.
I'm facing a very busy few weeks ahead. I have some freelance work on that is painfully dull but I really do need the money, but
moralrelativist has send down Snuff and it is calling me. I can hear it. I've read half of it and basically forced myself to ignore it for this afternoon so I can get through aftermentioned freelance stuff. I'm out tomorrow night for Jo's birthday, a friend of Richie's is coming to stay on Wednesday on which day we also have tickets to see Sarah Millican, he's here until the weekend and then the weekend after next Richie's mother is coming to stay, a topic on which I have Feelings but they are mostly to do with my own personal neuroses and as we are not married I can't make mother in law jokes. Give it five months.I also need to put some laundry on, but this is basically the never-ending story of my life. The next place I live, I want a balcony. Or a small garden. Just somewhere to dry the bloody laundry and stop me having to play silly buggars with open windows and heating and very precise timings.
