Apparently, I do.
Staring at a computer screen a minimum of 8 hours a day at least 5 days a week has wreaked havoc on my ability to see well. Let me rephrase, it has greatly impaired my ability to see any written word smaller than 3-inches high or positioned less than an arm’s length away, especially in low light situations.
See what I mean? (Pun definitely intended!) I am in serious need of some magnification for the old lady eyes I have developed.
To counteract the damage done by my glaring computerized companion, I have resorted to reading glasses during my 9 to 5.
And…as much as I hate it…I must now make use of them at the beginning and end of any dining out experience. I need them when ordering to ensure I am served something I prefer to eat. Or at least choose something that is actually on the menu. And they also are required when attempting to calculate a reward (aka, a tip) for my server at the end of my meal.
That is, unless I’m with someone with better vision, who I’m not ashamed to ask what my total charges equal.
Yeah…I’m lazy like that.
It can be a total pain in the backside to dig through my over-sized handbag in search of a pair of reading glasses when all I want to do is record a reasonable tip and scribble my name. (Let’s skip over the suggestion to swap out my big purse for a more easy to navigate handbag, shall we?)
If that weren’t enough to prove how lazy I’ve become, get a load of this. Lately, I have been known to simply ask my server what the amount is. Fortunately, I have been served by honest people. If one was sly enough, I could totally be cheated out of an enormous tip should they inflate the price. I would never know the difference. Sad, but true.
All that is well and good. Glasses at work…not so bad. Specs at meal time…also not so bad.
However, there is one area where my lack of 20/20 vision is causing me to mutter more than my fair share of swear words as I grope about for a wayward pair of “cheaters”.
Texting!
If you have ever tried to carry on a conversation with me via text, you will raise your hands in agreement that I suck at texting. But only because I can’t see a darn thing! I answer questions that are never asked. And I answer them in a language that doesn’t exist!
Given all men who I have encountered in the dating scene prefer text to talk, I’m sure I now know the reason I’m still single. When you add in the nightmares that can be caused by auto-correct, I bet I’ve left many a male scratching his head wondering what the crazy chick from Asheville is trying to say!!!
So what is a less than eagle-eyed girl to do?
Buy a new phone!
One with a REALLY big screen!
Meet my new best friend! The Samsung Galaxy Note II!!!
as long as you remove the auto-correct failure factor!
Anyone else using and loving this phone?
