~Originally posted to OpenDiary on 7.11,13~
Summer has finally arrived in earnest. It's hot, humid, and I spend a majority of my work day in a room with no air circulation, really. Seriously, not a single vent. We have a box fan that someone brought in but all that really does is blow the same hot air around. My hearing aids hate hot, humid weather, so after only two weeks of having the right side back in commission it is now out of commission. For some reason it is always the right hearing aid that breaks down and not just on this pair, on every single one; I'm beginning to think that my right ear is filled with acid and the little pieces of broken dreams. This time however both were sent in as it's been just over a year since I've had them serviced and as I'm sure we have all experienced at some point, I am not always the best judge of when my hearing aids are starting to fail; actually, I don't usually notice that they aren't working right until they either no longer turn on, or something is so wrong that the muffled sound makes my ear feel pressurized like I'm in a airplane, so it probably is a good idea to have them both serviced.
The problem with this is that I now have no hearing aids to wear to work. None. Originally I thought that it would not be too much of a problem, better than just having the one working actually, because I'm better with both or none. Like having one aid slowly die, wearing only one hearing aid gives me this weird vertigo and makes me irritable and cranky; my level of sarcasm increases to the point that it's snarky and I have this impulsive urge to throw things at peoples faces. Since my job is working with undergrads and general public this isn't really good professionally and inevitably will only lead to me coming home every night and consuming entirely too much wine while looking up random things on Pintrest (cough, cough, Matthew Grey Gubler, cough). However, I did head into work this morning with a plan and a lot of hope.
Sadly both plan and hope relied on people reading a home-made badge the same giant dimensions as a "Hi, my name is_" sticker and asking them to speak up. Apparently placing something in an extremely visible place (the middle of my respectably sized chest) was not enough and only a handful of people even noticed it. Honestly I'm not sure what I find more disappointing, that no one bothered to read it or the fact that no one was looking at my boobs. Granted I was wearing a vintage I Love Lucy style dress so the sisters weren't really out there, but still sometimes a girl just wants to feel sexy. Tomorrow I plan on wearing a low-cut shirt, push-up bra that they fall out of, and a sparkly necklace that falls right at the top of my ample cleavage, see if they notice it then...and upon editing I realized how ditsy and slightly whorish I sound, so let me just say that I usually dress about how one would imagine a young (hopefully one day) university research librarian would dress, or at least how you see it on TV and movies (think Mad Men not angry school marm). In real life a surprising amount of librarians sport openly visible tatoos, crazy make-up, and a streak of vividly colored hair. Guys wear everything from professional suits to steam-punkish suits to shorts with graphic t-shirts, and women everything from standard business to retro to graphic t-shirts that even the guys are jealous of. This is what you get when you take all the socially awkward kids in high school, age them ten to thirty years, and then place them in the same building for work. The result is an amazingly eclectic group of rather eccentric people who all have vastly different interests but are all very respectful of those interests no matter how nerdy and weird that may be. It really is amazing and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now if I could only get them to read a badge.
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