I forgot my shirt today. I drive to work in my undershirt tank top then went to reach for my work shirt and it wasn’t there. I looked around my truck and it took me all of five seconds to realize it was not there. So I walked in to work in my undershirt feeling naked and slutty, but I did get the elevator door held open for me. Luckily my work is a hospital so I have access to scrubs. They are insanely wrinkled and the pants are pretty ill-fitting but they are so comfortable. Plus, I kind of think they make me look smarter. Except that everyone who knows I normally don’t wear scrubs thinks that I had some sort of accident on my other clothes.
Jillian forgot her shoes one day when we drove to work. Good thing for my survival kit in the back of my truck. Yep, there are shoes in there. But no shirt.
I also realized this morning that I left our keys to our house hanging in the lock on the front gate. I realized that when my mom found them and came in the house going “Jennnnifer…” in a scary, low voice that means trouble. When you mess up when you are 25 they don’t really know what to do. They want to yell at you, really, really bad. Instead they hold it in and huff away, much healthier. Then I feel guilty, but also a little bit sneaky because I feel like I got away with something since I’m not grounded.
I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself forgetful, although I do lose things a lot and I guess that probably falls under the forgetfulness category. Just ask Jessica. It drives her nuts. I didn’t even realize it before she pointed out that almost every time we go to leave or are getting back into my truck I can never find my keys. It’s always me going “Where the hell are my fucking keys?!” and her exasperatedly shaking her head saying “Not again.”
When I was in college I would always introduce myself to people I sat next to in my classes. That was freshman and sophomore years during the first week. It didn’t take too long before I forgot about socializing and showed up in my PJ’s with a spot near the back for a quick exit. Anyhow, when I was nice and talked to people I would ask their names and not even listen to the answer. So I guess that wasn’t that nice. It was just an automatic question and I paid no attention to what they said and by the time I realized this it was always too awkward to ask again.
Since I have been so forgetful, and it seems to be a trend, I thought it might be a good idea to check my memory. I took the Dr. Oz Memory Quiz and I got 100%. So, I must be fine. Dr. Oz doesn’t just play a doctor on TV you know. See how you do! Especially you, M!
I think this test is a lot better. I got normal results on the Verbal Memory Tests and will take the Visual Memory Test when I get home because right now there is a 3-year-old harassing me.
Dr. Oz Memory Quiz
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