Mondays...
Yea, I hate forgetting my security badge on fridays. Not because I have to ask for a temp badge; the secretary is always so pleasant and understanding. Rather, it is the precedent that such forgetfulness lends to the following week.
I woke up today, a little late maybe, and started my morning off with a shot of coffee. A late sunday night had weakened my senses, but the good ol' cafe bean was right there by my side, fighting for awareness. Somehow, in this foggy haze I managed to clean, shave, and dress myself; no, I wouldn't need my mom's help today. Then, before I left my room, I do what I always do. I purposefully went over to my assortment of accessories, and began to put them in my pockets. It's a pretty standard pattern, and it hasn't changed in years. Wallet, cellphone, keys, and some extra thing. Sometimes that extra thing is mints, sometimes an important piece of paper I need for the day; maybe an ipod for those long trips. The last few months, that extra thing has been eye drops (still getting used to lenses), and my security badge. Of course, my whole routine, as most routines do, relies on muscle memory. I've been doing the same thing everytime I leave my room since middle school. I've only forgotten my cell phone at home twice, in almost 6 years. But, my security badge was a relatively new addition, and it had yet to be fully broken in. To make matters worse, it was a subjective object. Not needing to be taken on weekends and days off. As a result, a pattern was difficult to establish. What little use my braincells were at 9am (i slept at 4, give me a break), they were only further inhibited by the fact that the key had not been taken on friday. Subconsciously, that probably affected my body's decision to wave over the badge, and go straight for the eye drops instead. Still oblivious to my blunder, I decisively striaghtened myself up and prepared myself mentally for another day at the office. I grabbed some dark colored socks, and I was off.
It took almost 15 minutes at ninety miles an hour to awaken my brain to the folly it had committed. To make matters worse, I had asked for a temp badge on friday; but despite the secretary's ominous warnings, I had forgotten to turn it back in. I am a humble man, but even I was not about to go and ask a mildly irritated secretary if she could replace my temp badge with an additional temp. So alas, I turned back; wasting gas and precious time only to arrive at work horribly late; but still hours before my boss got in from LA.
I think the true moral of the story here is: use bio-identification devices. I'm not going to be forgetting my thumbs or eyes at home very often.
I woke up today, a little late maybe, and started my morning off with a shot of coffee. A late sunday night had weakened my senses, but the good ol' cafe bean was right there by my side, fighting for awareness. Somehow, in this foggy haze I managed to clean, shave, and dress myself; no, I wouldn't need my mom's help today. Then, before I left my room, I do what I always do. I purposefully went over to my assortment of accessories, and began to put them in my pockets. It's a pretty standard pattern, and it hasn't changed in years. Wallet, cellphone, keys, and some extra thing. Sometimes that extra thing is mints, sometimes an important piece of paper I need for the day; maybe an ipod for those long trips. The last few months, that extra thing has been eye drops (still getting used to lenses), and my security badge. Of course, my whole routine, as most routines do, relies on muscle memory. I've been doing the same thing everytime I leave my room since middle school. I've only forgotten my cell phone at home twice, in almost 6 years. But, my security badge was a relatively new addition, and it had yet to be fully broken in. To make matters worse, it was a subjective object. Not needing to be taken on weekends and days off. As a result, a pattern was difficult to establish. What little use my braincells were at 9am (i slept at 4, give me a break), they were only further inhibited by the fact that the key had not been taken on friday. Subconsciously, that probably affected my body's decision to wave over the badge, and go straight for the eye drops instead. Still oblivious to my blunder, I decisively striaghtened myself up and prepared myself mentally for another day at the office. I grabbed some dark colored socks, and I was off.
It took almost 15 minutes at ninety miles an hour to awaken my brain to the folly it had committed. To make matters worse, I had asked for a temp badge on friday; but despite the secretary's ominous warnings, I had forgotten to turn it back in. I am a humble man, but even I was not about to go and ask a mildly irritated secretary if she could replace my temp badge with an additional temp. So alas, I turned back; wasting gas and precious time only to arrive at work horribly late; but still hours before my boss got in from LA.
I think the true moral of the story here is: use bio-identification devices. I'm not going to be forgetting my thumbs or eyes at home very often.