Blind Spots
by Zach Rabiroff
On the morning of December 17 I woke up blind. The immediate sensation on first opening my eyes was of a banana-like peeling sensation on both of my corneas, and by the time I had reached about the 20th minute of writhing back and forth in my bedsheets while moaning “my eyes, my eyes,” I realized I probably would not make it on time to my prospective job interview that afternoon.
The reason for that job interview was that, two weeks earlier, my steady employer of eight years had suddenly and unexpectedly become my former steady employer of eight years. This was bad enough on its face, but I made the situation worse by immediately clicking the wrong box while applying for unemployment insurance, resulting in a cascading series of errors ending in a desperate call to my State Assemblyman and an escalated appeal that has at press time not yet resulted in a returned phone call.
So to recap: by midday Wednesday I was unemployed, with no source of income, and a left eye that, while eventually openable, had the unfortunate disadvantage of not being able to see. It was a lot to take in.
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