I think I posted in that thread. Likewise when someone tells me “Go North on 6th Street.” How the hell am I supposed to know which way is North?
Ivylad likes to tease that you can spin me around twice in a mall, and I’ll never find my way out.
I also lose my car in the parking lot. I know I can just take an extra two seconds and fix the location in my mind and that will work for me, but most times I’m so focused on what I need to do or get in the store that I’ll come out and invariably walk about three aisles over from where I parked the car.
I *know the difference between “principles” and “principals,” yet, I’m guaranteed, when writing, to first pick the wrong one, every time.
See, it happens again. I meant to type “principals,” then “principles.”
Layla01: past 1300 hours (1:00pm) just mention add “2” to the ending number, through the rest of the teens and twenties, e.g., 1400 hours (2:00pm), 1500 hours (3:00pm), etc.
the second-floor fax machine at the town hall where i used to work. it hated me and i enthusiastically returned the favor. you know that twilight zone ep where the machines all ganged up on the guy who hated them? that was sorta me with that one single fax machine although i’ve survived it.
it worked for everyone else but not for me and i mean EVERYONE. it became something of a cause celebre [sp?] in the administration department because i loudly and repeatedly threatened to throw it out the nearest second floor window every time i went up there.
thankfully, a second one was soon purchased for the clerk treasurer’s office on the first floor and i never again attempted the upstairs one. the downstairs one liked me just fine.
terrible sense of direction as well. i cannot distinguish between north south east west and not even with a compass, which is a VERY bad thing for a scuba diver. :dubious:
I have an excellent sense of direction, but count me in amongst those that still get right and left confused. I’l point right, turn right, but say left. I still have to think “you write with your right hand” before I open my mouth.
Only slightly embarrassing, especially when you misdirect your boss. Twice.
There’s an easier way. Most screws and twisty things are ‘right handed’. Take your right hand and make a ‘thumbs up’. Point your thumb in the direction you want the thing to go and turn the way your fingers are curved. For instance, to screw a screw into the floor. Point your thumb toward the floor and turn the way your fingers are curved.
I have the HARDEST time with the greater than/less than signs.
I have to deal with lab results for chemicals daily, and I can never remember. Like, the ppm of PCBs was > 0.14. Is that more, or less??
What was the thing about the alligator?
I’m also very clumsy. always have been… I walk in to the wall of my cubicle and my desk pretty much every day. I have a perma-bruise on my inner left thigh from the desk corner. Geesh.
Spelling the word “their”… or is it “thier” ? I gotta look it up almost every time I use it. I try to avoid using it if I don’t have a dictionary handy.
I still find myself having to visualize a compass to remember that east is to the right when you’re facing north. Sometimes I have to physically orient myself to figure out which direction something is.
And whenever I’m paying with a credit card and have to use one of those swipe-your-card machines, I can never figure out what buttons I have to press to confirm the sale, or whether I have to sign on a pad on the machine or a paper receipt. It seems like every store has a different type of machine, and I can never keep them straight.
That made absolutely no sense to me. I have no problem getting screws in and out until I start thinking about it.
My Waterloo is tape. Stupid tape. I wrap presents alone so no one has to see me humbled by tape. It’s like Charlie Brown and the kite-eating tree, where he ends up wrapped up in the string hanging from the tree.
(We won’t talk about the way I sometimes get my signature wrong. That’s just embarrassing.)
In San Francisco one night, I followed a street that dead ended at the coast highway. I’m sitting there, looking right at the Pacific Ocean (due west); I wanted to go to Santa Cruz (South) so I turned to the right. I didn’t get what I had done until I was actually driving on the Golden Gate bridge, thinking to myself that I didn’t remember this bridge; when I saw the exit sign for Tiburon, I figured it out. If that doesn’t qualify me for having the world’s worst sense of direction, I’ll cede the title to you.
The “alligator” < or > wants to eat the greater value, because he’s a greedy sumbitch. 10>5 means 10 is greater than 5. 5<10 means five is less than 10. Damn greedy alligators. I have to think of that every time I use those symbols.
When we’re in bed, in the dark, sometimes I’ll want to reach over to him. Sometimes it’s to stroke his hair, sometimes it’s to touch his shoulder, sometimes it’s for another reason.
No matter where he is in relation to me, unless he’s on his other side and facing away from me, without fail I always manage to poke him in the eye. I don’t know how, I just do. And he doesn’t believe me any more that it’s an accident, because it’s happened so many times!
I also have problems with right and left. So I’ve given up. Usually I’ll just shout “GO THERE!” and point wildly. Even though I should be able to remember my right from my left. My right hand is the one with the wart on the thumb.
Sierra, may I suggest the next time you want to reach for your husband, try for a point further south (or “shredded”, as the case may be). Unless he’s sleeping in some sort of weird position, you can probably avoid poking him in the eye and make your way further north (or “never” )
My math teacher in high school gave us a tip about the “greater than” and “less than” signs. The wide part of the doohickey > faces the larger of the two, so 10 > 5 and 5 < 10.
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