My brother says hindsight is a wonderful thing. I think eyesight is better. Which doesn’t at all negate the wonderfulness of hindsight..
I am currently in the joyous position of having both.
The hole in my eye has healed itself (with help from the drops and gel), and I have survived the exams. Both of which are Good Things, even if the waiting, both for the check up and the results was and is (respectively) a nuisance.
In future, I will aim (as I routinely promise myself after almost every exam) to start revising earlier, and to actually learn the parts I want to (and unfortunately usually do) flip past, dismissing as, “not exam-worthy”.
I will also orientate myself around the questions we work on in class. I don’t appreciate rote learning, but it seems thats what’s expected here. When in Rome and all that…
Here’s to 4 schoolfree weeks! 🙂
I just went into a shop to buy a lens cover for DB’s camera.
Despite seeing better every day, it appears that I still can’t see well enough to be let loose in society.
The cover was supposed to cost 15€ which felt like a lot, but still less than replacing the lens if it gets scratched.
I took out my purse and handed the man-behind-the-counter the first red note I found in it. In my head, red notes are 10s. He took it and immediately turned towards the till which I thought was a bit impatient but I ignored my thoughts and continued rummaging through my purse for the remaining 5€. A few seconds later I took out the next red note, which I also handed over and which he also took.
So far so good.
When he handed me 35€ back, I was a little bit confused. Then I realised I must have given him a 50€ note to begin with, not a 10€ as I’d thought. 50s are brown, but apparently a very reddish brown.
It appears my ability to judge colour is out of whack too.
Since I usually read everything I look at without having to think about it, it’s not usually a problem. I don’t rely on the colour, I read the numbers too. Not that I ever have 50s on me, at least not regularly.
If I’d thought about it, I could have held the notes up to my nose and been able to read them, just not at arms length.
But I didn’t.
Back to the shop scene.
I looked at the 35€ in my hand. Then at the man, “there’s 10€ missing” (I hoped the second note had been a 10€, not another 50€). He said 50-15 is 35, so it was exactly right. I said I’d given him two notes, he asked why he would take a second note when the first was already more than enough (fair point). I said I had no idea, but that he had definitely taken the second note as I handed it to him. He’d already closed the till so he was no longer holding any notes at all which left it my word against his.
In the end, we settled for him giving me 5€. That way we both risked losing 5€ instead of 10€.
I left the shop wanting to kick things. Including myself. I hate it when I make that sort of unnecessary mistake.
In future, at least until I have glasses, DB will have to be responsible for all purchases.