Pickles & Dimes

A few weeks ago, work was kicking my butt so much that all week I came home and sat on the couch in a semi-stupor, fulfilling the bare minimum in the communication department. I kept telling myself I’d snap out of it and I finally did – when the weekend hit and I wasn’t at work.

Long story short, I was burned out. Fried. My brain was pissed and was refusing to do any more work than necessary.

But that still doesn’t excuse what happened this weekend.

After hearing that I had forgotten to do something I had assured him I would, Jason asked me a question.

“What’s my middle name?”

I started laughing, because of course I knew that.

Then I realized I didn’t. Oh, god.

“Um, it’s either Richard or Robert.”

“Well, which one is it?”

My brain was non-cooperative. “Um…Robert? Yeah, Robert. Robert!”

He looked at me for awhile and then said, “Yep.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and then a minute later he walked by and said, “It’s Richard.”

God, I couldn’t even begin to apologize enough because there’s no excuse for that.

I didn’t even tell him that when I went to get cash from the ATM the week before, I stood there dumbly for a good two and a half minutes before I remembered my PIN. Which I had just used maybe an hour earlier.

I’d say that someday we’ll look back on this and laugh, but I’m pretty sure I won’t remember it.