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The dangers of being absent minded
12 years ago
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
-William Shakespeare Okay, I get home from work after a 12 hour shift. It's 11:30 PM. I go through my usual routine, and pour myself a small bowl of snack mix to munch on at the computer. I shut the lights off like I usually do and make my way to the hallway.
My mind on some topic I can't remember.
I didn't give my eyes time to adjust to the dimness.
I smack right into the wall edge where dining room becomes hallway.
Yep, walked right into the wall in the dark. Worse, since it was only my right half, I pretty much nailed my right eyebrow, and a took a few seconds of dazed confusion to realize I wasn't wearing my glasses anymore. Turns out I hit so hard it not only knocked my glasses right off from the semi-angled blow, but seperated the right support from the lens. Fortunately it looks like I can screw it back on, but the plastic got bent all to heck in the process. And those were pretty new glasses too, and a little pricey. Figures. Once I felt my head I found that I was bleeding, and an inspection in the bathroom revealed exactly where and how may head connected with the wall, given the vertical wound amid my eyebow hairs.
Also, the only munchie to stay in the bowl was a single pretzel. Everything else hit the floor.
Yeah, what a way to wind down after a 12 hour shift.
My mind on some topic I can't remember.
I didn't give my eyes time to adjust to the dimness.
I smack right into the wall edge where dining room becomes hallway.
Yep, walked right into the wall in the dark. Worse, since it was only my right half, I pretty much nailed my right eyebrow, and a took a few seconds of dazed confusion to realize I wasn't wearing my glasses anymore. Turns out I hit so hard it not only knocked my glasses right off from the semi-angled blow, but seperated the right support from the lens. Fortunately it looks like I can screw it back on, but the plastic got bent all to heck in the process. And those were pretty new glasses too, and a little pricey. Figures. Once I felt my head I found that I was bleeding, and an inspection in the bathroom revealed exactly where and how may head connected with the wall, given the vertical wound amid my eyebow hairs.
Also, the only munchie to stay in the bowl was a single pretzel. Everything else hit the floor.
Yeah, what a way to wind down after a 12 hour shift.
