Two things I had to do today, buy shoes and get an ultrasound.  The shoes are for the hike to Armageddon on Tuesday, because the hiking shoes I have been using seem to make me lose my toenails.  The ultrasound is for my usual multinodal goiter check.   The things that bring them together were the men who served them. 

I chose the shoestore because online the recommendations were for the amazing service and I really need help.  But I couldn’t even get the salesman to look at me.  And when he did he said he didn’t have my size.  I wasn’t about to let it go and finally got him to take out a bigger size that he did have in stock – he spent the time I was trying them on – texting.  I don’t know if the shoes are good but I bought them out of spite.  He disappeared before I paid for them.  

But the ultrasound guy was terrible.  I’ve had many, many of them – and a number of ‘fine needle analyses’ where they stick needles into my throat.  But none of them freaked me out more than this cold, uninterested technician.  

Both guys were tired and distracted.  It wasn’t about me.  

That made it worse for me – the fact that people are so sick of their jobs that they can’t even look at me, or any of their clients, was incredibly sad.  I want to live in a world where people enjoy their lives.