- We have to use an ID badge to get in and out of any building at work, so not having it is pretty damn inconvenient - hard to get to your office in the morning, hard to get into and out of the cafeteria for lunch, etc. This week on Monday I couldn't find mine and spent the next four days struggling through without it. This morning? Found it in the pocket of my coat. Which I'd been wearing. All week.
- As grand poobah of the org I run, I have the one key to the supply room in which our extra equipment is stored. One of my reports earlier in the week told me he'd lost the key which I'd loaned him last week, and becuase I didn't remember any differently, I accepted this as fact. We spent the next several days badgering the admin about ordering us a new key. Until yesterday, when he and I were in my office, and he noticed a gold key on my desk, buried under some stuff. Could that be the storage key? Let's go see.
Sure 'nuff. Apparently he gave it back to me, and we both forgot about it.
I think I may be going insane.
B) Today, I threw up in the car on the way to work (luckily I was not driving - my poor husband), and then came to work and immediately ate:
- A large danish
- An entire egg-and-bacon-on-english-muffin sandwich
- A diet coke
And I'm still hungry.
C) I seem to be losing the ability to dress myself well. Yesterday I spent all day being quietly mortified about my "fashion don't" outfit. Here's a tip - don't wear the biggest brightest print shirt ever with your fancy sequin-y bollywood shoes, folks, just don't. And don't top it off with your most matronly white cardigan and a pair of maternity jeans that just won't stay up unless you're really going for that look that shouts that each of your three or four multiple personalities picked out a separate piece of your outfit. Today I'm not sure I did a whole lot better, good intentions aside. I used to be good at this dressing myself with some amount of style thing, but it seems to be a bit beyond me at the moment.
Pregnancy is crazy.