Memories. No, not the kind you scrapbook. I'm talking about the part of my brain that stores the things I need to remember, and how it seems to get smaller as I age.
I'm a big fan of to do lists, calendars and reminders because it seems as though if I don't write it down I won't remember to do it, to tell someone what I want to tell them or to be where I said I would be.
The other day at work we were celebrating a co-workers birthday. We always bring treats to celebrate birthdays, and one co-worker, the one is scheduled to arrive at the office the earliest each day, had forgotten to decorate the "birthday girl's" work space. We were giving her a hard time for forgetting and someone suggested that I remind her before each co-worker's birthday. I told them they had the wrong girl and backed it up by telling them a little story.
Just the other evening I thought of something that I should do at work the next day, and to be sure I wouldn't forget I called my extension at the office and left myself a voicemail. The next day I arrived at work, saw the blinking light on my phone signaling a voicemail, and entered the code I use to retreive voicemail. As I started to listed to the message it dawned on me that it was me that had left the message! I had totally forgotten!
See, that's why I write everything down.
Next blog post . . . a Becky Higgins rant.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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