Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I've seen worse, right?

First little thing before I break into an angry rant:

The worst aspect of being deaf is the paranoia at work. I am constantly watching conversations go on in other people's offices where I cannot read lips and cannot hear the conversation. I wonder if they're talking about me. What would they be saying? Are they plotting my resignation? It's really terrible and stresses me out like you wouldn't believe.


So this morning isn't shaping up so great. I was exhausted going to bed last night so I was sure to turn my alarm up to "loud." Well, that didn't help, because I overslept. Actually, we all overslept. We were racing to get out the door this morning, and as we were getting situated in the Jeep, I looked at Dave's travel mug and asked, "Where's your lid?"

"It's right there?"
"Where? There's no lid."
"There isn't?"

He tipped the mug to the side and forward and observed that, right as rain, his mug really didn't have a lid on it. This observation was followed by maniacal, hysterical laughs, and he then demanded my house keys so he could go back inside and grab the lid he was so certain that already covered his coffee.

Off we went, and sure enough, at the end of our block we hit the crowded channels of traffic one would normally expect later in the morning. A few choice expletives later and we were back on track. Dave swiftly dropped me at the train station and I got my iPod on, like I always do, and put myself on autopilot. Well, so much for that when I discovered that the escalator to the platform was broken, again. I had to wait and miss my train for the elevator (that's right, only ONE elevator) to come back up. I snatched a tabloid, caught the next train and snaked a seat (usually never happens, so I thought my luck was changing).

Read, read, read... And it's my stop. I exit the train car and hustle across the tracks. Now, the freedom of my morning ends when I have to take my iPod off and actually communicate with my coworkers. If it were up to me, I'd ignore them and listen to music all day if I could. I can't. That sucks. I try to savor those last few moments before I have to sit down and my desk and face the void. I walked very slowly to the building, shuffled through the lobby, and trudged up the stairs while listening to the Garden State soundtrack. Really, it was as close to bliss as I'll probably get today.

Then, I reached the fourth floor, impending doom... I put my satchel at rest on my desktop and began to unpack my lunch when I noticed an oily spot on my calendar. My lunch had leaked through it's protective sheath (plastic grocer's bag)! So I set it down on my desk (!!!) and it leaked onto my iPod headphones and a few papers (!!!). So, I wiped my calendar and desk down with a Kleenex, stuffed my lunch into the refrigerator and went back to my desk to take off my own protective sheath (H&M pea-colored wool coat) when I noticed that one of my earrings was missing! (nuclear breakdown!!!)

Now, I'm really trying to keep from getting too involved with my coworkers. A little while ago I noticed that I was really cluing them in way too much about my personal life. I was talking about me too much and asking too few questins about others; a sure sign of a self-involved bitch. I don't want to be that person, so I figured if I wasn't going to ask questions about others, then I was just going to shut up.

Let's see how long I go before I unload this sorry story of how incredibly crappy my morning has been.

P.S. The earring I lost was a Christmas gift from my brother and his wife!!! :( I suck!


Olivia said...

Gosh, chica, what a crappy morning. Better that you tell us than them. We will be less judgemental than coworkers ;)

Couldn't Dave SEE that there was no lid? Anyway, I am sure you will be laughing about it with him sooon.

I lost my earrings that way last year between the house and the office. A lovely pair of drops from my mother, my only gold pair. (I don't really like gold.)

I didn't know you had H&M in the Dallas area already. Cool isn't it?
Although I imagine in dollars it's not as affordable as I find it in pounds sterling.

Hey, I didn't know you were deaf. My childhood friend (our mums met in the preemie ward before we were born), was born earlier and smaller than me by a couple of weeks, and he is medium deaf. He can drive, and follow most of what you are saying if you enunciate carefully, but he still prefers to sit directly opposite your face so he can lipread.

When I was little I remember asking, "Mummy, why is Christopher death?"


lunaliar said...

I got the coat at H&M in San Fran. Paid only $35 for it and it's as cute as can be! I wish we had H&M in Dallas, but it's only on the west and east coasts for now.

I'm only partially deaf, like I can listen to my iPod and most conversations, but lower frequencies of mens' voices are esp. difficult for me to hear.

Olivia said...

$35 for a pea coat is good. I like H&M because every week there is something new, and it's not so expensive that you can't change a few things each year, but not so cheap that you can't keep a few pieces for years on end.