I always have great ideas for blog posts when I am nowhere near my computer. But sit down and face the screen? All those ideas just vanished out of my head.
“Writer’s Block” is what it is called and I get it every time I sit down with a keyboard. I want to write something interesting, but I also want it to be fun and honest. I would like to stick with certain subjects, but my life doesn’t seem to roll that way (garden? What garden? You mean that soggy place out back?). I haven’t gone hiking since last summer and it is too cold & wet for camping (well, for me to go camping: I am a fair weather camper).
Here’s one subject I thought about sharing: Stupid Stuff I Have Been Known to Do.
Start with last week. Every work night at 4:40PM, I take off my computer-reading glasses and put on my all-purpose glasses so I can drive home. I turn off my computer, lock all the cabinets, and take the mail and the bank deposit out to my car. Someone always asks me if I have my keys and the deposit bag. Check. Check. Good to go.
I leave work, drive half a block, drop the mail into the PO box in the next parking lot, then I head to the bank where I drive through the drive-thru. Finally, at about 5:05PM, I am free to go home.
One day last week, I changed out my glasses and headed out the door. Dropped the mail off and drove over to the bank. Before I got in line, I looked down and realized I had no deposit bag. I panicked, called work and asked if the bank bag was there. It was: right where I’d changed out my glasses. Someone else made the deposit for me because I was already halfway home.
The next night, I made sure I had the bag. And the mail. And my keys. Drove over to the next parking lot and dropped the mail into the slot. Pulled out of the parking lot on my way to the bank and happened to look over at THE MAIL.
I’d dropped the deposit bag into the mail slot.
Don’t laugh. This could happen to you.
Probably won’t happen to you because you’re not me, but it COULD.
The story had a happy ending: the mailman who picked up the mail at 5:30 found the bag and took it back to our office and dropped it in our mail slot. The CFO was not upset. I told him he could tease me about it in two weeks when my ego was not feeling so bruised.
He made fun of me within ten minutes.
The worst part is that I always have to go back to work after I do something stupid. I can’t just call in sick for the next three months and pretend that it never happened.
That would be nice. If I could get paid for it.
Jaci Dawn 
Hah, I KNEW it! You’re a blond in disguise. LOL
No offense to the REAL blonds out there…you don’t happen to be my sister whom I can tease since she knows I NEVER do anything like that.
Or hit myself in the head with a frying pan
Or take LOTS of photos of Ely’s Ghost Train….with no film in the camera….or….
See, there’s something you could write about….Stupid things I’ve seen my brother do……
I’m sorry, but I’m too busy laughing to put this all in one entry.
The frying pan helped.
Terry – you do not know the half of it. I am afraid to post it because I know you will never let me live it down. Oh, heck… There are OTHER PEOPLE who will never let me live it down…
🙂
(Some day I will tell the frying pan story. Hmmmmm Maybe tomorrow: one photo of a cast iron frying pan would be all I’d need…)
I’m laughing, too. I KNOW only too well that this could happen to me! Thanks for sharing your funny mix-ups; I really needed a bit of levity today. 🙂
WE are in that club together Jaci. I too, put the deposit in the mail box. I stayed by the mailbox for an hour till the mailman came. I had to prove to him that I worked for that company and he finally gave me the deposit bag. $30,000 in deposits. I was sooooooo scared (was about 32 at the time) that I would lose my job. I never let the boss know.
But you can bet that I never had that happen again.
If we didn’t do the stupid stuff we would never any topics for our blogs.
Oh MAry! I had a much bigger deposit than that in the bag, but I already knew the postman was not going to just hand the bag over to me. I went back to the office & we decided to wait until morning when one of us (the CFO probably) would have to go to the PO and claim the bag. But the mailman did the honorable thing & put it back in our slots. I went to work with my stomach in knots… SO RELIEVED.