To do this I have to enter our company code, an Employee ID # and finally my own personal password.
I do all of this and it spits back at me..."Invalid. Try Again."
So I do it again and get the same response. I'm looking at my ID # and I know it's wrong but for the life of me I can't remember what the correct digits are.
I pause, staring out my office window.
I look down at the screen again.
Insert the sound of crickets chirping here.
These moments of "Duh" are happening more and more. I realize that this is just one more side effect of declining hormones and the simple fact that my grey matter just doesn't fire on all cylinders anymore but really...
There just aren't enough sticky notes in my life to remind me of all the freakin passwords, codes, numerical ID's that I need day in and day out to function in this modern world. And most of them are important enough that I can't put it on paper so I've got to remember them.
Don't they know I'm over 50?
How I long for the caveman days of yesteryear.
Ugg. Hungry. Eat. Scratch buttock. Pick nose. Sleep.
How much easier life was then.
So today I was browsing the Internet cause it's cold and rainy out and I have no motivation to do squat and I come across this article on The Huffington Post called The Skinny On Remembering
Here's a snippet that had me laughing.
I now have frequent moments throughout the day where an uncomfortable pause falls upon whatever conversation I am having. It is a noisy quiet, sometimes initiated by me, sometimes by my middle-aged girlfriend, but it's an unmistakable moment of quiet that concerns me because it never happened to me until I got old. Thinking about these spaces of quiet in my day reminds me of what Deborah Underwood has described as many kinds of quiet: Top of the roller coaster quiet, first look at my new bad haircut quiet, first one awake quiet, jelly side down quiet, don't scare the robins quiet, car ride at night quiet.
Along that same line of thinking, I have, as a middle-aged woman, discovered a new subcategory of quiet. There is the I forgot my password quiet, I'm not sure where I parked my car quiet, I can't remember what I came in this room to get quiet and the I can't find my reading glasses and the waitress is waiting quiet. Then there is the dreaded I cannot remember my boss's wife's name to introduce her quiet.
Been there done that.
Glad to know I'm not alone.
Now who am I talking to again?