VegemiteGrrl's Home for the Absent-Minded

I had an orthotics appointment set up this week for the same day as a dentist appointment--dentist at 11:30, orthotics at 4:30. With such a large gap, I moved the orthotics to 3:00 when I was there for the initial consultation. I got home, realized the dentist was for 1:30, so I called them and moved it back to 4:30. This morning, I realized I had Jays tickets for the same day, and had arranged to meet someone at 5:00. Called the orthotics place, moved the appointment to a different day. Now I realize the Jays game is in fact on a different day and not a conflict; I could have left things as is.

I promised the girl this morning that under no circumstances would I try to reschedule yet again. So I'll leave things as is.

I often find myself starting eggs on the stove, then turning to do something like make coffee, then turning back around for some other reason and saying "Oh, I have eggs on the stove!"

At work today I flushed the toilet and nearly put my hands in there to wash them.

I have bruises all over because I rearranged my bedroom furniture Sunday afternoon, left the bedroom in the night to use the bathroom that night, and attempted to get back in bed where it previously was.

I'm sorry but that made me laugh :D

me too, this thread is so good!

oh dude ow but lol

my 'I threw away my candy bar and I ate the wrapper' moment: I was making some ginger sandwich cookies on Friday, and I was wondering why the dough was so sticky and hard to work with as I shaped it into balls and dropped them on the cookie sheet. about 10 minutes after putting the sheet in the oven, I opened the freezer to find that the dough was still sitting on the shelf where I'd left it to chill. It turns out I had mistaken the filling for dough, and when I opened the oven I was confronted with 18 lumps of partly scorched cream cheese, and the dough was partly frozen because I had left it in the freezer for so long. fml.

(in my defense, the filling was roughly the same color as the dough due to the fact that I had spiced both mixtures with cinnamon)

oh noooo

on the plus side, I only had to remake the filling (the dough was fine once it thawed) and the second batch turned out perfect. I'm usually very careful with my cooking but I was very tired that day.

I need to confess this somewhere. I have a small secondary retirement account that doesn't have most of our savings in it but that I use to play around with stocks a little. I had a stock that I thought I had sold, that I had certainly meant to because it was a short-term thing and I had very good reasons I knew I didn't want to hold it. I hadn't. I didn't check my account for a couple months. When I opened my account again, I saw that the stock was still there, and I realized I had lost, uh, a meaningful amount of money -- not a life-changing amount but a headsmacking amount. I probably shouldn't be messing with stocks at all.

I tend to wear a casual T-shirt to work on Fridays, and this morning I took out my black Rubber Soul T-shirt. What I actually ended up putting on, though (must have been lying there in the vicinity)--which I didn't realize until I got to work--was something else:

http://ep.yimg.com/ay/stylinonline/texas-chainsaw-massacre-survive-t-shirt-12.jpg

Woman, hook, chainsaw--not really suitable for a school. I covered it up first period with a sweater, then in second period I was able to grab a school sports jersey from one of the coaches and put that on for the rest of the day. Once everything was resolved, I did share this story with the front office. (Also suggested it might be a good idea to redo our school shirts: "H_________ Public School: Who will survive and what will be left of them?")

Lol!

I somehow thought the driving lesson I have every week at 12 was at 12.30 and missed it then was waiting and getting mad at him when it was obv all my fault

What is a bit worrying though is the feeling of "why does my diary day 12 every week when I am totally convinced it's always been 12:30", really feel like I'm losing my mind sometimes

Last week I invented a new cooking technique called "dry steaming"

...Aaaaaaand then burned the fuck out of my hand on the molten saucepan once i realized there was no water

B cooked some 2 minute noodles for his son the other night and forgot them on the stove for at least 10 mins. There was this weird gooey gloop all over the pot afterward.

Kid ate the noodles anyway apparently.

The last couple of nights, I've wanted to adjust the temperature of the shower and forgotten which way to turn the cold water knob. I've lived in this apartment for 18 months.

oh boy, a couple weeks of vacation had some moments of complete mental dislocation

I ordered a drink a week ago, got a canadian dollar coin in change, and went to drop it in a tip jar. I dropped it directly in my drink, which was in front of me, a foot left of the tip jar

I tried to pick up a breakfast pastry at the airport and managed to completely fumble it and drop it across the front of my shirt

immediately forgot names after learning them, along with basic vocabulary words

mumbled "durrrr" into one of those phone menu trees

Why is my bag so heavy?

Oh, those tins of soup I bought yesterday, I forgot to remove them and have been carrying them around all day, to work and back, to that gig the other side of London...

ok lol

But what if you got munchy?

When I'm not well I have a habit of talking to inanimate objects - not in a complicated sense, by I end up thanking ATMs and microwaves and trains etc. Not sure if that counts as absent minded - I don't mean to do it, it just happens.

I can't be the only person who does this but whenever it's my birthday and people say "happy birthday" to me, I sometimes repeat it back to them or have to stop myself from doing it, like you would with "merry Christmas" or "happy New year"

Oh I def. do that - made worse by my birthday being 2nd of January.

Yeah, I say 'happy birthday' back quite frequently. (Once a year, even)

I've recently taken to dialling phone numbers in the calculator setting of my mobile - which is admittedly not as worrying as dialling phone numbers in an actual calculator but still...

omg that is a good one

haha
I got on the train today with toddler and backpack full of snacks, nappies, keys. Unfortunately my wallet was still at home in my work bag. Nice ticket lady let me off for both journeys.

making myself a nice cup of coffee (in the microwave). with lemon squash instead of milk...

D:

Lost my credit card, cancelled it, found it six hours later inside a packet of Strepsils in my bathroom closet.

It's like a magic trick, for an audience of none.

IRLLOL

That reminds me of a relative who lost their front door keys, then drove to the hardware store, bought new locks, fitted them, then drove to the locksmith to get copies of the new keys for everyone who was in the house. Relative then said something like "ah that's finally sorted out", and then put their hands in their jacket pockets only to find... the 'lost' keys.

i once cancelled all my cards after losing my wallet only to find it inside a pocket *in my fucking purse*

you have all of my sympathy

Today one of my colleagues had a forty years of service anniversary, 60+ people gathered to celebrate her.

Within 10 minutes, I somehow managed to drop a glass bottle of juice I was examining, it fell on to my plate and broke with a bang, glass all over the tablecloth

;_;

Fortunately, laughter abounded.

I lost my bank card because I failed to realise there was an inside pocket on both sides of the jacket I'd had for ~5yrs. There was all sorts of stuff in there - train tickets, a packet of rizla, a phone number. Clearly the part of my brain that puts things away was aware of this pocket but the retrieving part of my brain wasn't. Don't let your left hand know etc.

that's really weird. wondering now whether I do this.

oh god, i had a jacket where i did not realize the pocket had separated from the lining at the top and i lost several things inside the jacket until i realized it

Don't let your left hand know etc.

I had a brilliant moment yesterday. I'm in line at the concession at the movies and suddenly realize that I can't feel my wallet in my right jacket pocket. I check for it with my right hand and, sure enough, it's not there. Only a few seconds later do I realize that that's because it's already in my left hand.

I've started looking for my glasses only to wonder why I'm seeing my nightstand so clearly

oh god, i had a jacket where i did not realize the pocket had separated from the lining at the top and i lost several things inside the jacket until i realized it

― mh 😏, Sunday, January 15, 2017 6:41 PM (three weeks ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I had a coat that I didn't wear very often, it was long but light - one day I decided to wear it to cycle into work. When I got off and locked the bike, I put my keys in the inside chest pocket, not realising that there was no lining on the bottom of the pocket - or on the bottom of the coat. And so I basically threw my keys in the gutter and strode happily away.

It turns out that it's really difficult to get the local council to take a lock off, even when it gets to "The bike is long-ruined, I'm just saying you could free up a bike rack".

I once lost my keys with those jacket pockets designed with small holes in them. Why on earth are they made like that? They look like they're made to hold a handgun but have the tip of the gun dangling out your jacket.

I leave my cuff links behind in the gym change room approximately once a month - most recently last night. I've tried so hard to make a habit out of putting them in the coin purse of my wallet but somehow I keep forgetting to do so every once in a while. Thankfully they always turn up as someone hands them in but I'm sure my luck will run out soon

Only realised after copying jeans jackets that the construction leaves a hole at the side of the bottom of the inside pocket. So loose small objects can slide out.

so I basically threw my keys in the gutter and strode happily away.
I did this a while back on a trip to Sydney for work. bought train ticket from airport to Central, then strode off stuffing it into what I thought was an outside bag pocket but was just a strap, so it fell in the ground. which I didn't realize til I got to the exit and had no ticket.

astonishingly the gate lady just waved me through. in Melbourne I'dve been hog tied and fined.

Getting out of hand at my job. At least once or twice a day I can't find a worksheet or some student work I've put down somewhere, followed by five minutes of me wandering around the room like in a trance looking for it. Luckily I've got 3/4 this year--anything older and they'd be banding together and contacting outside agencies for help.

I need backup backup glasses.

How many pairs can you hold pushed up on your forehead or hanging on a chain around your neck?

Three. Don't ask me how I know this.