June 23, 2008

• Making a Wrong Turn.
  When mindlessness attacks.

  Don't
  you just hate it when you can't remember something that's at the tip of
  your tongue? "What's her name?" "What's that place called?" "When's our
  anniversary?" Today, I brought that grinds-my-gears problem to a whole
  new level. Because of the aforementioned:
  
  I walked into the women's bathroom.

  Yeah. Nice, right? Not really, considering I was staring at my superior, blowing her hands with the hand dryer. "Oops! Time to hit the ol' dusty trail...," as I backpedal my way out the door.
  
  To recap:
  Co-worker brings up a random tidbit of a Nine Inch Nails song. We both
  try to recall the title of the song, even though we both have it at the
  tip of our tongues. Couple that with a lack of sleep, I head to the
  restroom after failing to come up with the title. Not conscious of my
  surroundings due to a song dancing in my head but not revealing its
  name to me, I walk to the women's restroom like a zombie. Let me
  illustrate it with the help of MS Paint.

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  Gaggle of gals staring back.

  Moral of story: Bad memory can be hazardous to your health.

  P.S. The song we were thinking of was "Hurt" by NIN.

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