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Oct. 31st, 2011 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolNew kettle: PURCHASED!
Work Christmas party: BOOKED! (In, er, Blackpool, but everyone seems pleased with this. So !)
New glasses: FUCKED! No, wait, that last bit isn't good.
I managed to get sent home from work today. This is impressive. I even managed to do quite a lot of work before I broke down and requested that I phoned the optician immediately. I couldn't see the computer screen, you see, which I believe is problematic when that is, in essence, MY JOB. My new glasses look absolutely fabulous, though, and the right eye is completely lovely in the new glasses for distance work, but the left eye is still a bit squicky. Close work though? Impossible, and after a few hours at the computer the words were jumping around and I could barely see anything. Ironically, driving is now a-ok.
So I went to Boots and to be honest had to resist the urge to have a little cry because I just want to be able to see again. One of three things was wrong: 1. the prescription Boots gave me 2. the glasses I was sent 3. MY BRAIN.
It is either 1 or 3. The glasses fit the prescription I was given exactly. So I am going back tomorrow and getting another eye test to verify which one it is. Hopefully it is number 1, as they have offered to pay for any alterations to the glasses, mostly based on me howling "BUT I LOVE THESE GLASSES." I really do and all. Just wish I could see...
So I am back in my old glasses, where at least I can do close up work and driving becomes a terrible nightmare. Hopefully tomorrow will sort it. Oh god I hope it does. Fed up of no vision.
On the bright side, Damn Fool Boss is in spectacularly good mood and allowed me to get this sorted today, have tomorrow afternoon off - I don't have to come back in! - and get the Christmas party booked. Egads.
Tesco still creating problems in my life but I am succeeding in ignoring it.
Work Christmas party: BOOKED! (In, er, Blackpool, but everyone seems pleased with this. So !)
New glasses: FUCKED! No, wait, that last bit isn't good.
I managed to get sent home from work today. This is impressive. I even managed to do quite a lot of work before I broke down and requested that I phoned the optician immediately. I couldn't see the computer screen, you see, which I believe is problematic when that is, in essence, MY JOB. My new glasses look absolutely fabulous, though, and the right eye is completely lovely in the new glasses for distance work, but the left eye is still a bit squicky. Close work though? Impossible, and after a few hours at the computer the words were jumping around and I could barely see anything. Ironically, driving is now a-ok.
So I went to Boots and to be honest had to resist the urge to have a little cry because I just want to be able to see again. One of three things was wrong: 1. the prescription Boots gave me 2. the glasses I was sent 3. MY BRAIN.
It is either 1 or 3. The glasses fit the prescription I was given exactly. So I am going back tomorrow and getting another eye test to verify which one it is. Hopefully it is number 1, as they have offered to pay for any alterations to the glasses, mostly based on me howling "BUT I LOVE THESE GLASSES." I really do and all. Just wish I could see...
So I am back in my old glasses, where at least I can do close up work and driving becomes a terrible nightmare. Hopefully tomorrow will sort it. Oh god I hope it does. Fed up of no vision.
On the bright side, Damn Fool Boss is in spectacularly good mood and allowed me to get this sorted today, have tomorrow afternoon off - I don't have to come back in! - and get the Christmas party booked. Egads.
Tesco still creating problems in my life but I am succeeding in ignoring it.
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Date: 2011-10-31 09:47 pm (UTC)(Note to self: book optician's appointment! Argh. Do ALL THE THINGS.)
I have to help organise the Christmas party this year! This would be less of a problem if I EVER went out in Leeds. (Or, you know, out at all. Except to Trek art parties.) I had a friend visit on Friday, and I really had no idea where to take her, so booking somewhere for thirty-odd people (one of whom is allergic to EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD) is going to be interesting.
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Date: 2011-11-01 04:21 pm (UTC)I am a rubbish social secretary. I am brilliant if someone elses picks the location because then I can google like a boss and make sure everyone has MAPS and TIMES and arrives and is happy and so on. Picking a location was AWFUL, particularly as I was basically 'er, Blackpool?' which hasn't gone down well with the outside staff but SOD THEM I only like one of the yard staff anyway. However, now it is booked I can get on with what I do best, i.e. making sure people pick a menu and arrive on time.