At work today, around four, I went to the back to take my last break. I called my dad to ask him a question, and while we’re chatting, I’m trying to get into my locker. Bearing in mind that I can’t even remotely do two things at once, I distractedly put in the combination for the lock.
38-12-18.
It doesn’t work — a not unusual occurrence since I generally spin it quickly and sloppily — so I do it again.
38-12-18.
Nada.
A third time also yields negative results. I’m starting to get pissed now. I get off the phone, then spin the combination one last time. Again with the nothing. At this point I’m ready to go get a set of bolt cutters from hardware and get medieval on the grimy lock’s metaphorical ass. I’m already in a lousy mood today since I hurt my back yesterday at the gym, and I just want to fucking get my book and sit down for a few minutes and read. Then it occurs to me that the combination is the one I used for over three years when I worked at Trotwood. If you’d asked me earlier what that combination was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Feeling like a complete git, I go to put in the actual combination . . .
And discover that I can’t remember it. If not for the fact that it’s written on the back of my name badge, I’d probably have just started crying and head back to work.
Swear to god, I am retarded sometimes.
JAB
Brilliant! Could’ve always just read one of the many fine tabloids that litter the breakroom on a constant basis. Good reading, indeed.
I hear Jen and Vince are getting closer to tying the knot!
Ryan
Nope, not retarded. Just mentally challenged.
You forgot to put an “I” at the beginning of your entry, so I’m going to have to go with ‘retarded’.
Nate: You’re a dick. (Fixed.)
Jason: Well, I guess that sorta counts as sticking up for me.
Ryan: Eww . . . I always feel like I lose a few more braincells when I read that crap. (Did they mention when they expect to set a date?)
JAB
hahaha, I do that all the time and I get really confused when it sticks if you aren’t right on the 19. Odd that we kind of have the same exact experience, I wonder if Bill ever uses 32-12-18 on whtever locker is his as I left him ours when we left T-wood.
Nope. No locker for me at E-wood. I remember the ol’ 32-12-18 though. That locker sure whored itself out.