There was so much sneezing, coughing and dedicated nose-blowing during my most recent bout of illness that I popped a vessel in my right eye. This isn’t particularly dangerous but it looks frightening, especially since the Halloween is long gone. The really obnoxious part is that the blood-shot eye will take up to 3 weeks to go back to looking normal, and I have to be at work on Monday. This means I will have to wear sunglasses.
In the popular imagination, sunglasses at 9 am on a December Monday are associated with two things: alcoholism and domestic abuse. So I’m resigning myself to the narrative of “these Russians kept boozing all the way through the long weekend and then beat each other black and blue” being attached to me. Especially since something possessed me to post a picture of Stoli (of which each of us only had a single celebratory shot) on my blog. This is precisely the image of myself I wanted to cultivate as my tenure case was making the rounds.
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