November 18th, 2004


Forgetful Sometimes

In a conversation last night, jenx mentioned how often her manager will walk into her office, only to forget why she was there. "Oh I sympathize, I do that all the time," I told her.

Suddenly a thought struck me. I fumbled through my pockets while the conversation drifted in another direction. I found a little folded-up sticky-note in my pants pocket.

"In fact, here's a funny story," I said with some embarrassment. "I was in somebody's office this afternoon, and she showed me a problem that I wanted to investigate more in-depth. I asked her to write me a note about it, because I just knew I'd have forgotten all about it by the time I got back to my desk."

I held up the rumpled note I'd found in my pocket. It had two words -- "phone number" -- written on it. "I didn't find it or remember it until just now.

"Now I just have to remember to transfer the note to the pants I'll wear tomorrow, in order to hopefully remember it then."

cjdoyle suggested that I put it in the pocket of my leather jacket, which was an excellent idea.

This morning it was a lovely day. As I carried the trash to my curb before work, I was pleased to note it was warm enough that I didn't need to wear a jacket! This was a very close call. Fortunately I'd left my wallet in the pocket of my leather jacket, and when I pulled it out I was startled to find the note. "Oh yeah, gotta remember to look into that," I reminded myself, and tucked it into my shirt pocket.

When I went to lunch this afternoon, I put my cell phone into my shirt pocket. I pulled it out just now, and was startled to find the note again. "Oh right, the phone number!" Fortunately I was finally at my desk, so I have put the note right in front of my keyboard where I can't possibly miss it and forget about it again.

I haven't actually looked into the phone number problem yet -- I had to write this LJ entry first. I'll go do that now....