Lord, Mr. Freud.

I had a really embarrassing brain fart regarding those arsenic caps I was supposed to have finished last weekend. I did work on them Saturday, but due to some supply deficiencies couldn’t finish. Geiger Counter Guy was away at a trade show, so I figured I’d talk to him about it on Monday.

Then I completely forgot the whole thing.

I continued forgetting until last night, when I got a voicemail from GC Guy asking if I was ever planning to, you know, do my job. His family’s company isn’t screaming about their complete lack of arsenic caps any more quietly now than they were six days ago.

So that’s where I’ve been, and now my part of it is done. Though it seems we’ll be getting back to work on them rather sooner than usual, or at least so he says.

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One Response to Lord, Mr. Freud.

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    Oh yes. Been there and done that. Had an appointment with a former nursing student for lunch in town once… and simply didn’t even think of it again until a week later. I can’t remember ever being more embarrassed. The worst part was that she had been ready to leave town to take a job in a distant place and I had no way to contact her to apologize. Never did hear from her again, which was no suprise. I still wince when I think of it. But it happens to all of us.

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