My contacts are really bugging me today. No matter how many times I put eye drops in, or how often I rub them, my vision is blurry and my eyes feel dry. It’s like I’m underwater without goggles, and it blows. I fucking hate days like this…I keep blinking and shaking my head, and rubbing my eyes. I keep using eye drops and then I blink some more and then I rub my eyes again, to no avail. I even try little “eye exercises” to try and get things moving in there…looking up and down, side to side…nothing works. My vision is 100% FUBAR today.
Super. THAT will make yet another day in corporate hell so much better…not being able to see the crappy work I don’t want to do, in the first place.
I’m not sure if that last sentence was sarcasm, or not. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.
Today is just not a good day for me. I’m not in the mood to be here…not that I’m ever in the mood to be here, but some days are worse than others. Some days, I am able to cope with being stuck in this cubicle doing monkey work and watching the clock. Sometimes, the time actually seems to go by at a fairly decent rate and I don’t mind being here as much. Other days, like today…suck worse than anything has ever sucked before.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just quit this place and then I remember those pesky bills and rent pppaymehtnts ansd i………godddammet coontacct lenseses! I kan’t shee whut I’m tyyping! Argh!
You see my desperation? Even my eyes aren’t playing by the rules…no part of my body wants to be here today. Maybe I should just jump the wall, and make a break for it. I bet the guards won’t be able to get a clean shot off in time. I’ve been watching Prison Break on Fox, so I think I’ve got enough knowledge stored away in my brain for some serious genius at the artistry of escape. Wish me luck, and if you don’t hear from me…it means I made it, and I’m sitting on the beach in Oak Island drinking a Pina Colada and thinking of you.
I’ve decided that sentence up there was sarcasm. Oh, and if you want to try and cheer me up with tales of bunny or corporate escape attempts, I have added my email address to my profile page. So feel free to drop me a line. I'm going to head to the bathroom and see if I can scrub my eyes clean with a pencil eraser.