A knack with a view
I looked in the mirror the person opposite was not
really fit for work
May 20, 2005
Glasses don't stay clean for long. I always have to wipe them.
I need them to stare at the computer all day. If they are muggy
they hurt my eyes. The only
problem is you need a clean cloth to keep the lenses transparent. And I either
lose mine or if I don't it will be too dirty for the job.
Today sitting in front
of me Mac I couldn't see much, my lenses were too dirty. I could always use
my shirt but that is seventy per cent polyester not cotton, what
you need. The little
wipe I had smudged. My lenses were dirtier than before. Greased hands from
my BMX ride to work -- it's a big BMX -- didn’t help. The
chain kept falling off, not fun at a big roundabout.
My bike is
another story. Nowadays
I can't ride it without my specs. I could bump into something -- a rush-hour
driver or even death. But let's not digress.
I went to the toilet. If you work
in an office the toilet is not only a toilet, but pretty much the only place
you can spend quality time on your own. A place to compose your thoughts
and, come three o'clock, to re-energise, do yoga. It is also a
place, if you are really desperate, to lean on a cubicle wall and
a power nap. I can't
that at home, how strange that would be: feel a bit tired, not lie on couch
or bed, but hit the loo for some peace instead.
When I got to the loo today
other chaps were there, none to pee. One brushed his teeth, the other --
a sales suit with dapper long hair -- adjusting his tie and another
on the floor by his ten-minute throne, left by the last monarch.
I looked in the mirror the person opposite was not really fit
for work. Still he needed clean lenses and I thought I
would help him out. I washed the cloth I had in my pocket with pushes of
soap from a dispenser. I pressed and twisted the cloth and soon it was clean.
had decided to place it on my computer's hard drive to dry slowly, hopefully
I could coast it until then. Once I had washed it, however, I noticed a hand-dryer
on the wall so I stuck the cloth under it until it dried. It was crisp and
shiny and so, in a moment, were my glasses.