Have you noticed that the library people are much more understanding than the shopping clerks? In my experience, the library people just laugh, but the shopping clerks roll their eyes. I’d guess they all see it a lot.
Once I knew someone who got into his convertible and hit the button to lower the top before remembering that he had to open the garage to back up. Somehow, he managed to back his lowering top into the opening garage door and got so confused and upset that he went forward and hit his house. He did say that this had happened after a very long night.
My best stupid habit is to be on the phone with tech support and when they tell me to type XXX, I use my phone instead of the keyboard. I think this is probably not new either, because I always hear a sigh before the nice person reminds me to use my keyboard.
I forget things all the time. Things like tasks that need doing. Sometimes I forget one or more of my passwords or my ATM PIN. I need to cancel some direct debits from my account due to a reduced financial situation but I keep forgetting to do it.
Yesterday, after making a right hand turn I started driving on the wrong side of the road. I realised my error almost as soon as I did it. But having done it worries me.
I’ve always been a bit forgetful - I am notorious in my family for forgetting where my keys or phone are. But it became much worse several years ago after a doctor increased my dosage of an anti-depressant called Effexor way above the recommended dose. Because it wasn’t working. I saw that doctor for over a year and cannot now remember his name.
I’m 57 and find that work sucks up all my available brain cells most days. I have to save other things that require mental horsepower for the weekends.
Like many other geezers I can think back to my first jobs and remember peoples names but sometimes draw a blank on people I work with everyday now.
Once, at Canary Wharf, I tried to enter an office building turnstile using my oyster card (after seeing other people tap in) and was annoyed at it not working. I tried a couple more times and then got a tap on the shoulder from security. Their attitude was not “this happens all the time.” They checked my bags to ensure I wasn’t a terrorist.
If my brain had been more awake, it would surely have noticed that this was an office building, not a DLR station. But if I went that route more often, I would have made that mistake more often, because from ground level with my spatial awareness they are pretty much the same.
My poor husband “went stupid” at the worst time: when we were getting our marriage licence in Las Vegas. He couldn’t even write his own name - it had to match the name on his birth certificate, and he goes by his middle name. I had to keep telling him “Honey, write this name first.” I was worried that the clerk would think I had drugged him to get him to marry me in Vegas! Turned out he was extremely dehydrated - we got to a vending machine and some water and he was fine.
This past winter I stopped in at the Home Depot and asked the clerk where they keep the ice. “The ice?” he says. Yeah, the ice. You know, to melt the snow. You mean salt? :smack: :smack: :smack: :o
A few times I’ve changed jobs or had my Department move buildings and they have been located such that I’ve had to drive past the old office to get to the new one.
At least twice I’ve been on ‘autopilot’ driving to work and pulled into the carpark of the old office/job :smack:
Once I did it about three weeks after the move, drove into the carpark behind the old, now empty, building and gotten out of my car wondering where everyone else was. :o
I may have told this here before, but so be it. During the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta my employer changes our work hours dramatically. A lot of employers did, especially those downtown, to avoid the projected mass traffic issues. Basically, we worked during the times the games were not going on and were off while they were. That was actually cool, as I had a downtown parking space and got to soak up some Oplympic ambiance every day after I got off work. One day I got home and decided to take a nap - the new schedule was catching up with me and I was tired. I don’t remember where the wife and kids were, but I was home alone. I awakened with a start and looked at the clock - crap, I had overslept and was several hours late for work! I jumped up, called the office to let them know I was on my way in. Strangely, no one answered the phone. I left a message and dashed to the car. About 20 minutes into my drive my radio played the intro to a Braves baseball game. I thought “A baseball game at 7:30 AM? Where are they playing - India”? Slowly it dawned on me. It was not AM, it was PM. I had not overslept, I had only napped for a few minutes. I did catch some ribbing the next morning about calling in late 8 hours early. In my defense, it was near the summer solstice, so 7:30 AM and 7:30 PM looked a lot alike. Really.
I have a wireless keyboard and mouse. One day the batteries in the mouse died and I replaced them. Got a call on my desk phone and answered it. Tried to do something on the computer at the same time, but the mouse was still not working. Got off the phone, checked all the connections - no issue, used the keyboard to shut down and reboot. Tried the mouse again, still no luck. Shook the mouse several times, nothing. Finally picked up the mouse to make sure I put the batteries in right and then realized I had been sliding my cell phone around the mouse pad.
(My old cell phone was one of those rounded more boxy types. Have not had the problem since I got a iPhone)
I haven’t owned a car with a standard transmission since 1994, and when my brain fart happened last year I hadn’t driven a car with a standard transmission more than twice, the last being about 15 years before.
I slammed my left foot onto the floorboard when trying to push down a non-existent clutch pedal before starting the car.
I could understand that happening for a day or two after buying a new car, but not 19 years later. So-called muscle memory? Alien abduction because the flying saucer was a stick?
This happens to me a lot. Also, there are two ladies at work who were hired at about the same time and had a similar hairstyle. Now one of them’s pregnant, and the other one has bleached her hair and gotten glasses…they don’t look the least bit alike (really, they never did). But I still get them mixed up! I can just imagine if I had to tell one of them, “Sorry, I thought you were the other one”, they’d be like, “How is that even possible?”
Furthermore, sometimes when writing numbers, I’ll do something like think “3” and write down “5”. Or if someone rattles off a phone number real fast, I’ll jot it down, but I may draw a squiggle as a placeholder for numbers I temporarily can’t remember how to write. As soon as I’ve got the whole thing on paper, I can go back and make the correction. :smack:
We recently went through some overtime at work doing 5 days of 12 hours and one of 10, leaving us all really tired. One day I got to work to unlock the door and stopped in front of the door to get the right key out in the 4am darkness. Got it out as another coworker came up behind me to follow in, and I just stared at the key, then the lock, then back at the key again. I couldn’t remember if I was opening for the day, or locking up. I turned wordlessly to my coworker and he said, “Well Fluffy, are we coming or going? I can’t remember.” That seemed to jolt me back to sense, but it was a bit unnerving for a minute.
I do this too and blame it on the digitizing of my lifestyle. The other problem I have is during the roughly two times a year I have to actually write out a check. It is really the only time I ever write in cursive anymore and I have to sit there for 5 minutes and remember how to write out “thirteen hundred eighty five and 34/100 ~~~~~~~~” in long hand.
I take a medication for my migraines that causes forgetfulness. Yep, that’s fun. People’s names, words, that thing I was gonna do. Yay. Awesome headaches and I get to look like an idjit.
I’ve gotten really good at stringing out my thoughts or changing the subject.
I too wish my car remote would open the front door. Or the refrigerator. Both of those were habit. Yes, I’ll go with that. I have also tried to use touch screens where I don’t have them. Sigh. Stupid PC.
I have tried the mute button on the kids. But they didn’t think it was funny. (I did)
I was playing 1/2 no limit hold’em at the Peppermill casino in Reno. I was coming off a night where I won $600, so I was feeling very cocky. My goals that day were to be more aggressive and fight for more pots. So I sat down at a 4 person table with $100. The first hand I got 77. The guy UTG raised to $12, and I thought, let’s go bitch and raised to $40. He raised again. Now I know I was in trouble, probably against KK or AA. So I called. Flop comes down 6JJ. I think I’m going to get sneaky and pretend I have a J and bet the pot. He just calls. Turn comes, I check again. He bets $20. I think that’s a curious bet since I’m representing a J. So I go all in for my last 40 or so. He calls and flips over JJ for quads. Looking back, it was obvious from pre-flop and I let ego decide the absolutely wrong course of action.
Lately I’ve been completely losing my training of thought mid-sentence. The first time I remember it happening I’d had 3-4 beers, but the other times I’ve been stone sober. It happened last night when my sons and I were talking about the movie we’d just seen.