29 May, 2006 | Leave a Comment
Shut down. Reboot.
The bad news is that I have information overload. My head is so full of codes and passwords and numbers that there is no more memory left. My brain has crashed.
The overload first manifested itself last week at the ATM. I had to wait in the queue forever and when it was finally my turn, I could not for the life of me remember my code. My mind went blank. I could feel a million sets of eyes burning into me, so I entered a random code that popped into my head. I think it might have been my ATM code from five banks ago when I lived in New York. Obviously, it didn’t work.
Then on Saturday night I came home and wanted to check my voicemail, but I could not remember how to check it. Total blank. Which buttons do I push? What’s the code? I haven’t a clue in the world. If you left me a message, I haven’t gotten it yet. I’ll have to go to reception soon and ask for a tutorial if it doesn’t come back to me. How utterly embarrassing.
The good news is that I eventually remembered the ATM code, so I’m confident the information is stored in my head somewhere. I’m just having difficulty accessing it.
Anglofille said @ 2:16 pm | personal | 4 Comments
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Carol Says:
May 29th, 2006 at 2:45 pmI relate to your recent ‘mind went blank’ episodes. Happens to me all the time. Sometimes, when I’m asked my phone-number, the only one I can remember is that from my childhood home, about 30 years ago. What’s that about? I’ve only had the current one for, erm, 8 years :-/
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Perhaps it would help if you put your PIN somewhere prominent on this website? And then I could look after your bank card.
Just trying to help.
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Carol: Do I know you from somewhere?
David: That’s a fabulous idea. And why don’t I put the log-in for my blog account up here too so that people can just update the site for me if I forget that I even have a blog. Because at the rate I’m going, that’ll probably happen soon.
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With my debit card, this has happened numerous times unfortunately when i’m at the counter with a bag full of groceries staring blankly at the keypad. to which I probably looked a thief, high on something, or a thief high on something. sigh. almost had to pull out the credit card :/
