I woke up at 4:30 am and having stopped coughing. I took a self-administered COVID test before work. Just in case.
It was negative. Which is really what I expected as this cough is less global pandemic and more choking on snot when I breathe. (Remember yesterday when I mentioned the overnight 40 degree temperature drop? I sense a connection.)
Then I spent my 3 hours at the Circ desk really wanting to scoop out my right eye with a melon baller. What stopped me was my lack of a melon baller (I can never find the three hole punch at the Circ desk either). So I just rubbed, tugged, and generally abused my eyelid until my break.
We don’t have a real eye wash station (few library boards understand why this is a necessity), so I just got my eye as close to the faucet as possible and splashed water into it (and down my shirt). Almost twelve hours later and that eye is still a bit off. At least it does’t feel like there’s a straight pin up under the upper lid. And I’m only blinking maybe twenty times a minute now.
I don’t know if the weird 20s to 60s to 20s weather jump-started the pollen (most yards are sprouting random tufts of grass) or the crazy winds (because why not add 40-60 mph winds to this weather?) blew something into my eye. I guess it doesn’t matter if it’s not a new COVID symptom.
Normally I could have left the desk for a couple of minutes to deal with something like “I need to melon ball my eye”. But Stacy was trapped trying to convince a patron that the woman claiming to be the patron’s sister-in-law that she’s been sending money to for three years but now she needs extra money payable to a lawyer in Sydney, Australia, whose office address is a pizza take-away, because the son of the SIL the patron has never actually met or spoken to directly is hospitalized after a plane crash, and all of the “official” documentation has clearly had names and dates whited out and typed over — well, it’s a scam. There was a lot more that I missed while helping other patrons. I’d finally get a fax to go through on the fourth try and in the brief lull hear Stacy demonstrating how easy it is to change the name on a boarding pass image she found online. And there was something where Stacy found someone’s obituary dated eight years before an email supposedly from that person. It sounded ridiculously elaborate; I guess whoever is running it never expected to keep it going with the same mark for three years and kind of went hog wild on the story. The patron finally conceded that it might not be legit. So I’m sure it’ll all be fine now.
I’d roll my eyes, but the right one is still a little tender.
p.s. I did not plan to ramble so much when I started this post. Really, I’m just sorry y’all missed the full Australian con soap opera.
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