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Last week, I noticed the tub faucet was dripping. I turned the knob to make sure it was off and the plastic fell apart in my hand and the water started gushing out and, without a knob, I couldn't turn it off. I ran to get Scott. He used a pair of pliers (something I never would've thought to do *hangs head in shame*) to turn the water off and then told me how to go to Lowe's and buy a new plastic knob and explained how to put it on (he was leaving for...an undetermined amount of time...the next day). I must've asked too many questions because he said we would just go right then and get it and fix it. And then I insisted I could do it. He said No, because you'll just not use this bathroom for x number of months and then you'll call me crying and say you can't get a shower or something because I know you.
We went to Lowe's, got the thing needed, and he fixed it.
My skills don't often translate to the area of survival/sustainment. More like grammar and useless knowledge.
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The other day, one of my students burst into spontaneous shrieking and when I asked what was wrong he said he got pencil lead in his eye. In his eye. And he was flapping his arms and blinking like someone who'd accidentally put the peroxide contact solution in instead of the regular saline.
So I ushered him toward the office and asked if it was still in there and he said yes and I gagged a little bit. Then I stood there while a secretary dabbed around with a tissue and got it out.
On the way back to the classroom I told him he might not survive if he just had me there to take care of him. He thought that was funny.
I hate eyes, looking at eyes, dealing with my own when my contacts aren't behaving, etc. Like Rachel.
Embarrassingly, I'm now watching The Bachelor. I didn't mean for this to happen. But last Monday, I found myself on the couch for two hours texting comments back and forth with my co-worker. Scout and Jett were not amused.
I hate all my clothes. Like ALL OF THEM. I hate getting dressed in the morning. I even hate my closet. Last week, I finally pulled the trigger on the shopping cart I had at gap.com because I'm thinking maybe I just need some new clothes. I average one piece per month and that usually comes from Stitchfix. And I used Rodan+Fields money to buy these new clothes, so it totally doesn't even count....right?
See? It doesn't count.
