HR meeting on Thursday

I had an odd meeting with A, B, and C yesterday. I know not to trust these people, but all three of them lied to me during the meeting. I laughed at them. I really did. It was so surreal to deny things that they told me to my face in separate meetings. Now I know why unions have union reps. I sure could use one to sit in these meetings with me, but that's not gonna happen. We've known from day one where this is going. Not sure why they continue to drag it out. Meanwhile, I do a good job and get my paycheck. I'll cross other bridges when I get to them.

At one point, the HR rep said that even if they ignore any email communication from me, I'm the one at fault for not making them respond, even if they are doing it to be malicious. Really amazing.

My boss repeated a separate lie to cover her tracks. I made her repeat what she said so that the HR person could write it down. I didn't mention that I have written proof otherwise. I'm still waiting to hear back from Legal Counselling Services.

Thursday square dancing

After work, I caught the 6pm Caltrain down to Redwood City. I sat upstairs facing one way. Someone sat downstairs across the aisle facing me. We exchanged glances a few times. It was the hot guy on whose bag I left my trick card a month or so ago. His glances weren't flirty. I think he was just trying to figure out why he recognizes me. The pic on my trick card is my user icon. I did spot that he had no wedding band. The view from upstairs showed his very hairy chest. *sigh* This guy has a salt and pepper beard, gorgeous eyes, and wonderful eyebrows. Yes, I have a thing for thick, nicely groomed eyebrows. This guy's face resembles a cross between xlgmeat and spaceybear. WOOF.

( C1 Square Dance Class )

Internal vision

Wearing contacts can be a real bitch.

Last weekend, I was on the balcony sitting in the sun. I closed my eyes for a bit. I opened them and found that I couldn't see out of my right eye. I checked and didn't find the contact on my clothes, face, chair, or balcony. It must have popped out and blown away. I looked in the mirror to see if the contact was still in my eye. Saw no hint of it. Luckily, I had a spare contact handy, so I popped that in. No problem.

Several hours later, I was square dancing, and the contact popped out. Grrrrrr. I grabbed onto it, and popped it onto my tongue so that it wouldn't dry out. I had to keep it there the entire tip. Grrrrrrr.

Then I noticed that I could still see out of that eye. WTF? Apparently, the original contact had still been in my eye, it had just moved somewhere "to the back" for awhile. I always wondered if that happened. I probably have a dozen or so contacts swimming around in my head somewhere. Eek.