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  • More proof that I'm an idiot.

    (As if we needed more....)

    So I woke up a bit ago, and realized I had done it again....I had fallen asleep watching tv with my glasses on....and now my glasses were not on my head. Somehow, at some point while sleeping, I had knocked them off or something.

    This time, though, I have been unable to find them. It doesn't help, of course, that my room is a place that Governor Crist has considered declaring a miniature disaster zone. And sure, if it were clean, my glasses would be easier to find. Don't bother me with details. The fact remains my glasses are MIA because I am an idiot, and I can't find them because my room is a mess due to my being a lazy idiot.

    Yeah, I have contacts, but I still want to find my glasses, as I only have a limited supply of daily wear contacts, and at some point they will run out, and I can't quite afford to go get a new supply just yet....and frankly, I just want my fucking glasses back.

    I hate being an idiot. I really, really do.

    "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
    Still A Customer."


  • #2
    http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/youare



    In all seriousness, I hope you find your glasses.
    Quote Dalesys:
    ... as in "Ifn thet dawg comes at me, Ima gonna shutz ma panz!"

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    • #3
      I finally broke down and put in a pair of contacts. I will find my glasses....at some point. Grrr.

      As for that idiot thing, that was awesome, though I was all psyched up for a full song when that thing started.....was dancing in my chair and everything!

      "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
      Still A Customer."

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      • #4
        Yeah, it's short but to the point (and very old).
        Quote Dalesys:
        ... as in "Ifn thet dawg comes at me, Ima gonna shutz ma panz!"

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        • #5
          A couple of weeks ago, before I got a handle on the clutter left over from my renovation, I was babysitting my granddaughter.

          I went to put the Muppet's Christmas Carol DVD on for her.
          It fell out of my hands as I was turned to see what Charlotte was up to.

          When I turned back and looked to see where it had dropped, it was gone.

          I still haven't found it, even after cleaning the room from top to bottom and getting rid of several boxes of clutter and mess.

          I swear, there's a black hole somewhere filled with single unmatched gloves, socks, and earrings, eyeglasses, and various other odd and sundry items that seem to disappear without explanation.
          Too tired of living and too tired to end it. What a conundrum.

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          • #6
            I sure hope my glasses have not fallen into that black hole.

            I have lost them in this manner before (I am notorious for passing out while watching tv, after all), but I have always found them. And as much as I worry about not finding them any time soon, I also worry just as much that they may have gotten flung somewhere while I was asleep that may put them in a position for me to accidentally step on them. This would be bad. This would be very, very bad.

            Unlike The Doctor, my glasses cannot keep regenerating. Not without some serious expenditure on my part.

            "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
            Still A Customer."

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            • #7
              Guess you need to start from wherever you are standing, and clean in concentric circles from there, so that you don't step on any part of the floor that isn't clear of stuff.

              One thing I've managed never to lose in the tornado-aftermath that is my bedroom, is my glasses. Perhaps because I can't function for very long without them (I can see well enough to get around my house, though probably not to drive, but I'll get a nasty headache if I go too long without), and I don't wear contacts so I have no backup, so I'm extra careful to put them in the same spot when I take them off.
              Last edited by BookstoreEscapee; 01-03-2010, 06:04 PM.
              I don't go in for ancient wisdom
              I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
              It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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              • #8
                I have an old pair of glasses, with one earpiece broken off, that I keep in the drawer next to my bed. The prescription isn't perfect, but it's close enough that I can find my glasses.

                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xs2Cp-l-KE

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                • #9
                  Yes, but you see, I didn't take them off. At least not consciously. I passed out with them on (while watching a DVR'd episode of Doctor Who), and woke up with no idea where they were. I have looked in all the "obvious" places: under the pillows, under the other crap on my bed, under ME, around the bed in various directions, on the desk next to my bed, on the floor, etc. And nothing. No Jester specs.

                  I have maybe a week or so's worth of contacts, and then I am in serious trouble.

                  This sucks.

                  "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                  Still A Customer."

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                  • #10
                    You're gonna have to move the bed.

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                    • #11
                      FOUND THEM!!!

                      Naturally, they were in an impossible spot. Took my third time looking for them. Or was it the fourth?

                      After my last post, I broke out this mini-flashlight I have on my keychain (recent give from a customer), and peered under the bed in the harder to see spots....and there they were, in the far corner (the bed is up against a corner), back behind where my headboard would be if I had a headboard.

                      The trick was getting them. I had three options: Reach from above to get them, but due to the position of the bed, virtually impossible to do; move the very heavy and tough to move bed to get at them, which is not at all easy or fun or even all that possible with just myself; or wriggle under the very heavy very low bed to crawl towards them, despite the dust, despite the potential claustrophobia (not as bad as my little sister, thank goodness), and despite my newer thickness around the middle.

                      I went with the last option, and was just barely able to get them.

                      I need to stop doing this to myself.

                      "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                      Still A Customer."

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                      • #12
                        Quoth TheSHAD0W View Post
                        You're gonna have to move the bed.
                        Apparently not.

                        And the reason I didn't before I found them was because I didn't want to risk crushing them.

                        "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                        Still A Customer."

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                        • #13
                          A couple of months ago, my husband and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV. I had the TV remote sitting on the arm of my side of the sofa. One of the cats jumped up on the arm and either the cat or I knocked the remote off in the process. I thought it had fallen off the sofa onto the floor, so I looked...and looked...and looked...no remote. We looked all over the room, and even in the other rooms in the apartment, just in case one of us had picked it up and set it down somewhere else without realizing it. We also took all the cushions off the sofa and looked under them. We spent over an hour looking for that damn remote that night, to no avail. My husband eventually dug out another remote that was compatible with the TV and we started using that. Even after cleaning the whole living room (including moving the sofa and looking underneath it) we couldn't find it.

                          I FINALLY found it a couple of weeks ago. My cell phone had disappeared so I had my husband call my number to see where it was. Turns out it had fallen in the frame of the sofa between the arm and the seat. I reached down in there and knocked my phone even further down into the frame, but in the process I found the remote! Still not sure how it got down in there without us noticing it earlier. As for my phone, we actually had to turn the sofa upside down and cut some of the fabric on the bottom open to get to it, since it had fallen so deep into the frame and there was no other way to retrieve it.

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                          • #14
                            Quoth MaggieTheCat View Post
                            As for my phone, we actually had to turn the sofa upside down and cut some of the fabric on the bottom open to get to it, since it had fallen so deep into the frame and there was no other way to retrieve it.
                            I need to do that myself. When I moved this summer, my couch obviously has all sorts of loose items down inside the frame. I think there may be at least one remote control in there, since I had a remote that flat-out disappeared. Maybe I'll get ambitious enough to flip it upside down & cut the bottom open today.

                            Just glad to know I'm not the only one that this happens to.
                            That is so full of suck Dyson doesn't know how they did it - shankyknitter

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                            • #15
                              In the realm of black hole losses, when I was a child I dropped an orange in the hallway and that happened.

                              I seriously don't know how I could lose something as big and bright as an orange.

                              I never found it again. If anyone else found it, they didn't mention anything.

                              Never smelled or anything... creepy.

                              Then again, when I was a kid I was convinced that house was haunted (Still kind of am).

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