The reading glasses (Yes, I have to wear reading glasses. To read and sometimes if I'm staring at a computer screen for hours. Go ahead. laugh at the old lady.) I keep at the office broke this morning. I really needed them for a project I was going to do that involved turning 52 spreadsheets into two spreadsheets, so I took 15 minutes to try and repair them.

We don't have much in the way of potentially useful repair material at this office. I finally wound up gluing them (it was either Elmer's Glue or shipping tape). I got them to stay together in a perilous sort of handle-me-roughly-and-there-will-be-pieces-everywhere kind of way but unfortunately that made them sit crooked on my face.

I had no idea how ill you could feel from looking through crooked glasses.

Back when I wore glasses, I took better care of them that I've done this paid of $7 reading glasses.

I put in eye drops (three times), drank a pink of water (always good for almost anything that ails you) and now I'm trying to find something I can work on that doesn't require me to look at a computer screen. (Yes, okay, I know. But I have my eyes closed.) (Because I love you, I will open them and run spell-check before posting this.)

That's a bit tricky, in the modern workplace. I mean, I have things I do that I don't use a computer for, but they generally lead to computer work at some stage. And the things I had of that nature waiting for me today, well, I did them this morning in the expectation that I'd be computering that data this afternoon.

Part of me is worrying that there's a better word for that sentence than "computering" and I can't think of it at the moment.

Mostly, though, I desperately want a nap. (I assume that means the Advil is kicking in.)

Hey, guess what!

Bossyboots stopped by today! Turns out he's been doing some contract work for Buehler and he was hoping to talk to him about it. (Buehler didn't show today.) He (Bossyboots) hung around and chatted for half an hour or so. We get along better once every five months than we do on a daily basis, I guess. (And I'm putting that right on today's timesheet, too. 1/2 hours - chatting with Bossyboots.)

I was a bit disconcerted to hear that he wasn't at all surprised to hear I've been butting heads with Bernie. In fact, he (Bossyboots) seems to have thought that was rather like me.

Actually, now that I think about that, I'm less disconcerted than offended. When I think of the number of times I bit my tongue, stayed silent in the face of irritations and provocations, and clamped down on my desire to smack him around, I think I'm entitled to expect that he think of me as a nice, restrained sort of person.

Hmph.

Based on the number of people who don't seem to be surprised that I'm capable of picking a fight with someone at least once a week, I'm sort of thinking that 40 years of biting my tongue, not saying the mean things that came to my mind, holding back when I wanted to shout, refraining from pointing out the idiocy of everyone around me, and swallowing tens of thousands of incisive but far too obnoxious insults has only succeeded in gaining me a reputation as a regular bitch, instead of a super bitch.

Honestly, if I was going to be a bitch anyone, I'd rather have been a SuperBitch.

I've been searching for my superpower for years and it was right there!

It's only 3:30, but I'm ready to go home now.)