Just One of Those Weird Days

Yesterday was weird. It started great with beautiful sunshine, top off mini coop, on my way to work to do great work. I was supposed to be alone in our new huge office. We moved this week to a bigger office one floor below our old office. The office is probably big enough for 25 people. We are 5 on a good day. Let’s just say we have big plans. I surprised everybody when I said I didn’t want a closed office with a door and a new desk. The reason was not humbleness but the lack of windows. Instead I set up my cube at a far corner of the office where there are windows on both sides.
So yesterday it was just me in the office, holding down the fort. Happy as can be. Until I got my first morning e-mail from Boss-Almighty asking by when I could have our new product catalogue ready without the new products. They are not ready, but we need a catalogue. Weird.
K came to the office in the afternoon and we had set up appointments with an eye doctor to get a prescription for new glasses. Since we are both from out of town, Dr. Cotton was a random pick off the Yellow Pages. Turned out Dr. Cotton had been in the Yellow Pages for a good 30 years and still practiced eye consultation like he did back in the 70’s. Have you ever been told to read the little letters on a wooden board at the end of a little chain to indicate at what distance one should read the letters? Weird.
Dr. Cotton is a geography freak so I had the great chance of listening to all the names of Swiss cities he knew. The consultation lasted a good hour. Dr. Cotton seriously tested my patience. As we said goodbye, he says to me: “it was good talking to you and learning more about your country.” I wonder what he learned because I didn’t do ANY talking. Weird.
Next stop was the eye glasses store on Moody Street. Our beloved employer provides us with a special coverage for glasses and lenses but you have to go to stores that are on their list. No Pearle Vision one-hour glasses. Instead an old, dark place. K and I were about to turn around thinking we would only find round wire-rimed glasses, but for lack of options we decided to go anyway. Surprisingly, I ended up buying two pairs because I couldn’t make up my mind and K found a pretty damn trendy pair for herself. That’s when I decide to ask if they do the eye exam as well – would be easier to go to just one place, right? At that exact moment, the eye doctor strolls out of his office. I am not exaggerating when I say he was 80 years old. Weird.
The experience that should have taken a couple of hours ended up taking up the entire afternoon so K and I quickly went back to the office to deal with the emergencies. I finally got out of there at 7:10, called Bubble Girl to confirm our Happy Hour drinks and headed for Cuchi-Cuchi. (yes, Cuchi Cuchi) At 9:00pm I was heading back home in a rage. Where the h*** is Cuchi-Cuchi? Not so weird. It’s just another day in Mass.

Mood-meter: bewildered