Yesterday I spent 30 minutes quite convinced that I had come down with Alzheimer's or that someone had "flashy-thinged" me Men in Black style. I wasn't sure which, but I knew that my memory had gone - somewhere, somehow & I couldn't manage to recall it for the life of me.
If someone had given me something & I had not been cognizant when they had, where would I have put it???
I wracked my brain for an image, a location, a hint of recollection, but if it had occurred, it most assuredly failed to penetrate my short-term memory.
"I gave it to the new girl..."
"Jennifer?"
"Yeah, that's her!"
Where is that blasted zip drive?
I'm insane. It's official. I metaphorically fell of my rocker & am now sprawled on the floor in a haphazard jumble of twisted limbs & confusion.
I searched the desk, the drawers, the garbage cans, my bags, her bags, every computer in the Family History Library. I was frantic.
I ate it. I must have eaten it in my subconscious state!
Or I dropped it as I climbed the stairs to get a bagel.
I'm a failure. I'm a lunatic. I'm the worst employee that the FHL has ever had. They're going to fire me & I won't be able to find another job for the shame of it all. I'm just going to die, right here on the spot.
"Brrriinnnggg. Brrriiiinnnggg"
"Hello?"
"Ugh, yeah, I found it in my pocket. I feel so stupid."
You feel stupid? YOU feel stupid?? I very nearly lost my mind!
Shesh! That was a close call.
Next time I must focus & breath. Just focus & breath, Jenny.
It'll all be alright.
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