Adjusting to Four Eyes

I got my first pair of glasses when I was 11 years old. They were horrendous. A year later when I was 12, I said fuck it, convinced my mom to let me get contacts once the glasses broke (not on purpose, I swear) and I never looked back. Every time I go see my eye doctor, he literally says the same thing: You have to wear glasses sometimes to let your eyes breathe. 

He said there were literally blood vessels bursting in my eyes because they were suffocating. So, back in the fall I bought a new pair of glasses (these are the first pair that I returned a month later because they looked almost exactly like my purple glasses, the new ones are more cat-eyed). 

I wanted glasses that weren’t bright purple, a little more toned down. I haven’t really worn the new pair much though. I had them adjusted once and after wearing them for several hours, I realized they pinched the back of my head on one side. Warby Parker is far away from where I work, live, and play, so I haven’t made it back down to get them adjusted for a second time yet. 

But after my discovery last weekend that wearing glasses on the elliptical wasn’t a huge pain in the ass, I left my glasses on while in the gym on Thursday morning and then I was brave and wore them to work for the entire day. I felt sweaty and gross with them on at first (but that was because I had just dried my hair and I was sweaty and gross) but as the day wore on, I continued to get more comfortable in them. 

I might try wearing them once or twice a week. Just to give my eyes a break. Since I’m very legally blind already and burst bloody vessels won’t help the situation very much. But, that said, it’s really going to take a lot to get used to.

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It’s been one week.

So, it’s been a long week. At the end of the day on Monday, my boss called me into his office and told me that my position was being downsized. I’d been hired to be a finance and operations liaison to support a merger of two marketing companies on opposite coasts. When the west coast company went out of business (semi-unexpectedly?) two weeks ago, I knew my place at the company was up in the air. Honestly, it wasn’t the best fit for me, culture-wise, but I learned a lot (like how to work with someone who’s really difficult) and I had two really good interviews last week, I applied for a lot of jobs, and I met with a dozen or so recruiters and I’m continuing to do so this week. Luckily my dude is really fantastic at prepping for interviews, so he’s helping me a lot on that front. 

It’ll all be okay.

I saw a friend at an event on Tuesday  night and she didn’t hesitate one bit when she heard I’d be downsized and she invited me to a networking event that was at the ungodly hour of 7am on Thursday. It was a good experience and I made a bunch of connections.

Thursday evening consisted of a quick and easy dinner (grilled chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, garlic sautéed broccoli) and The Walking Dead and Mockingjay Part 1 with Justin. My new glasses were also delivered. They’re cute.

After a day of being productive, I went on Friday night I went to YogaWorks for a Teacher Training Class & Info Session with a woman who taught the very first class I ever took at YogaWorks. It was really interesting and although I’m not in a position to spend $3400 on it right now, it’s definitely something to consider in the future. I’m not sure I ever want to teach yoga. I’m simply interested in deepening my practice. 

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening glued to my computer reading updates about the massacres in Paris. So, so sad. Religion is the worst. All religions. They all need to be put to rest. 

I finally made it to my early morning yoga class on Saturday for the first time in what felt like forever and got my ass kicked. Most of Saturday was spent doing a lot of nothing, but I rallied and wandered downtown to visit Washington Square Park where I’d heard there had been rallies earlier in the day. The mayor’s office was planning to light the arch in the park blue, white, and red, which I thought was awesome. The Empire State Building stayed dark on Saturday night in solidarity with the Eiffel Tower. 

Afterwards I saw Fool For Love (review to come!) before meeting up with Justin and one of his good friends for drinks at a favorite spot of ours, Anejo, in Hell’s Kitchen. Sunday was spent relaxing, watching Real Time with Bill Maher, and later on a trip downtown again to get my glasses fitted at Warby Parker and a late lunch at The Copper Still while my eyes glazed over during the Giants+Patriots game. (I seriously do not get football, but I was more than happy to support Justin and eat some delicious noms.)

It’s been an unexpected week, but not an entirely shitty one. Here’s hoping things progress to be even better this week.