Rant: On Being Forgetful
So, today was a pretty busy day at work. The last hour was filled with training meetings, etc..
You’d think that I would be mindful of where my keys were right? They were in a file cabinet. I’d left them there after unlocking it for some supplies. I even saw them and told myself “don’t forget your keys.” I promptly ran off to my meeting.
Meeting over. Ran back to desk. Packed bag. Made secondary shuttle, GREAT! Caught express train, GREAT! Caught a 2 train back to Harlem, GREAT! Still daylight when I left the train, GREAT! I even had time to run to the supermarket and buy some additional groceries! Absolutely splendid!
Hopped in front door, got to mailbox, search for keys in pocket! Coat pockets, no…. Pants, no… ….. flashback. Image of keys, in file cabinet!
.. I’m surprisingly calm, muttering the word “Fuck” over and over but not loudly as I stare around, then stare at the doorman (the slow one who’s grumpy and sleepy and barely functional), think about the last time I had to bother the same guy to call the super, think about the notice that had gone out instructing tenants that due to abuse the super would no longer open locked doors, mutter the word “FUCK” again and go out the front door.
Now.
Lets talk logic here. Logic would say that I should call up a backup who might happen to have a spare key that…. Nope, don’t have a current backup. Anyone I trust would be at minimum an hour away anyway. Go to parents? Nope, same keyring, and they’re off to dinner tonight. Besides, pride and stubborness come into play…
Hey, when you want to sleep in your own bed, you want to sleep in your own bed..
Look at time, look at sky, kick the pavement a little bit like a 5 year old, pack my groceries into my backpack, and head back out to Jersey.
Fastforward 3.5 hours later, I’ve gotten to Jersey, got my keys, got back to the train, got back to Manhattan, gotten some bad for me but oh so tasty fried chicken, and am reading the last few pages of a book I bought yesterday while I eat myself into the itis.
3.5 hours, lost evening, and 20 dollars. A cheap enough stupidity-tax for being forgetful tonight. Whoops.
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So, no other updates. I’m still writing up my thoughts on my trip to the West Coast, its turning into a ramble so until then, here’s the photo gallery.

