Someone should really warn you about that. Like, they give you five pages of consent forms before they’ll even dilate your pupils, but nobody bothers to tell you that putting on your new glasses is the workplace equivalent to taking DMT in a funhouse.
plus, they give me a headache.
but they look cool, i guess, so i’ll stick it out for a couple of days. Maybe I’ll even do some data entry, if I ever stop giggling uncontrollably / stuffing my face with chocolate chip cookies, mustard pretzels, and peanut butter.