First, there's a teeny tiny chance that I might be blind by this time tomorrow ... See, I have this problem -- herpes keratitis, AKA herpetic eye disease (no, not THAT kind of herpes ... as I told caelidh once upon a time, nobody shot a wad into my eye). It's a vaguely rare, desperately annoying thing that they think is caused by some virus I had as a child (possibly related to chicken pox?) ... basically, every few months or so an amoeba-looking thing grows on my cornea and temporarily blinds me -- it's a combo of photosensitivity and pain. At any rate, the moral of the story is that my left eye has been bothering me all day, but it's still too soon to tell if this is cause for another trip to the emergency room, or if I just got an eyelash in there or something. The semi good news is that this thing kicks in fast, so I'll definitely know tomorrow if it's getting worse or if it's just a fluke. But yes, tomorrow night I may be blind.
Secondly, today I went to Quiet Storm and I ran into Fuzzy Wobbly. Talk with Fuzzy Wobbly turned to Co-op gossip (natch) and he asked what I thought about one coworker in particular. I told him what I thought, which is basically, that she doesn't seem to like me very much. Well, turns out I was right, because apparently she's been talking shit about me to everyone when I'm not there. Oh joy.
Now, my initial interaction with her WAS pretty odd -- specifically, the night we met was the night that H.W.S.R.N. went into the hospital (or, more to the point, the night that I found out that he was in the hospital -- he'd been there for two days and she already knew), so at our first meeting I was drunk, crying and emotional ... and she seemed great then -- she actually specifically encouraged me to hang out at The Co-op, and I went there and had lunch with her the next day. But since I've been working there, she's been nothing but cold, so I've been trying my darnedest to stay out of her way.
My response to Fuzzy Wobbly was to say that it always bugged me that she didn't at least put up a pretense of getting along with me for the sake of being coworkers. But damn ... I never had any clue that she was saying nasty shit about me behind my back, and especially AT work (at the bar, whatever, but I know that he heard this AT The Co-op). Oh, and he won't tell me specifically what she said, which is also annoying me.
So there are my frustrations du jour. Grrrr.