I had this little scare the last couple days where I thought I was going blind. Ugh. Let me explain: I’m driving home a couple nights ago and I’m having some real problems focusing on the road. I figure I’m just blinking a lot because my heater doesn’t pump out hot air, just the driest air ever experienced by man. And it all goes to your eyes. Don’t ask me why. My car is a piece of shit. I threaten my cassette deck on a near daily basis.

But back to my eyes. OK, the next day I’m at work and my right eye is really bothering me. I’m blinking a lot. Something is obscuring my vision. I figure, well, I’m not really the best about cleaning my glasses, maybe they’re dirty? I clean them, that doesn’t help. The drive home that night is really bad. I can barely see the road. Everything’s blurry. I count myself lucky I got home alive.

The next day I feel like I got wasted the night before and I’m still hung over, just without, you know, the hung over or partying part. My right eye feels spotty, like there is something in my eye, but I can’t find it. There’s a pressure on the top of my eye and at times I feel like I’m going cross-eyed, because my lack of focusing seems to be coming from the fact that my right eye feels like it keeps wanting to move inward.

I’ll tell you folks, the power of denial is a powerful thing. Instead of say, oh, scheduling an appointment at the eye doctor ASAP I decide to ride it out, because you know, it’s not that bad. Probably my biggest fear in the world is probably going blind, by the way. I don’t want to know that anything is wrong with me. At all.

It seems that luck might be with me, though. Today my eye wasn’t that bad. It’s felt kind of sticky or gluey, like there’s not enough moisture in there. And I think that’s the problem. Either I’m dehydrated or I have some sort of eye infection or something. Whatever it is, it looks like it’s going away. And I’m glad.

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I can be a smart-ass sometimes. I admit it. I think our new guy at work really enjoys how I work with customers though. He tends to really enjoy that tone I get when I know I’m working with some dumbasses. Take for instance the crackpot we got in today. Woman comes in the door asking if we have the CD radio in black rebuilt. We actually did get the Wave CD/radio in black Factory Renewed on the truck today, so I point her in that direction. “OK, I want to hear the black one.” John is standing right next to the white Wave CD on display, so I direct her towards him. “He’ll play something for you.”

“I want to hear the black one.”

This is where my personality really shines. “I don’t think color really changes how something sounds.” You should have just heard how I said it. The clear implication for everyone involved was that the word “DUMBASS” should have ended that sentence. It was pretty funny though. I won’t bore you with the rest of the story, but let’s just say that God knows what this woman was looking for–it certainly wasn’t the Wave CD.

What kills me is how people don’t listen. They just don’t think. You tell someone something in the clearest language you can muster, and five seconds later they are asking you a question you just freakin’ answered. I had this guy who came in yesterday who I know I talked to before. He bought these little shit box speakers for his bar because they were small and he could hide them out of the way, and surprise, surprise, they don’t sound very full. Well, no shit. You want a bigger sound you’re going to have to buy something BIGGER. People just want the impossible, it’s amazing. We make the smallest speakers on the market, and people want to know why they aren’t smaller. It kills me. What really got me about this guy though was that since I know I worked with him I KNOW I didn’t recommend he got the shit box speakers. Because I HATE them. I try to push people away from them like cops do onlookers at a crime scene. Nothing to see here folks. I so wanted to scream out I TOLD YOU SO! Can’t really gloat in front of the customer though. Bad, bad, bad.