Feb 26, 2006 11:05
Or more like, paranoid forgetful(ee?)
I broke the streak of not forgetting my keys nights ago, I just can't remember which night. I also forgot to keep the tally, so I don't know how many consecutive nights I was able to go without losing my keys.
God Dammit.
Scratch that, I just looked over at my co-worker's festive St Patrick's Day decor and thought, BLARNEY!
Being forgetful carries on at work, too.
I hate using the bathroom at work. Why? Because I must traverse the huge floorspace, passing countless desks until I am able to walk through the bathroom doors.
I do my business and wash my hands. Sometimes I do disinfectant if I'm lazy. And for some reason I always forget, until I am about halfway back to my desk, tossed far along into a sea of desks, to check if I zipped up my pants. I stand there for a fraction of a second trying to figure out a nonchalant way to look at my crotch, which we all know is impossible. Some days I sneak the glance anyway, some days I turn right back around and go to the bathroom and check. Although it seems I have never forgotten to zip up my pants, as these tactics usually reveal sipped up pants, it presents a problem.
Because one day if I DO forget, I won't realize it until I am halfway across the room. In which case the new options will be: Finding a nonchalant way to zip up my pants (Again, isn't possible), and showing the people closest to the bathroom my exposed crotch twice (once going from, and back again to the bathroom).
Needless to say, at work, I live in constant fear.
The other thing I live in fear of is bathroom small talk, yet somehow this fear prompts me to initiate it. I hate going to the bathroom and finding out that the person you sit next to is there as well. I mean, the desk chatter is pretty much a constant thing, but there's something about the bathroom setting that makes it akward. Hmm. Could it be because I came in here to pee, and find myself talking about plants and school, and graduation? I guess comfort lies in a discernible and concrete distance (such as a computer monitor, or piles of dust) which is shattered when faced with the possibility of hearing someone pee, or hearing sounds of defecation.
Aside from this is the walk from the sink area to the actual stall--more awkward because there are only two stalls. So it's
"Hey! Blah blah blah school"
*awkward pause, confused look, and finally the walk toward the stalls. Sometimes confusion arises over who is to get which stall.
Who woulda thunk that five steps could feel so strange?
Page is up. Downtime over.